Adrienne Rich - For the Dead lyrics

I dreamed I called you on the telephone
To say: Be kinder to yourself
But you were sick and would not answer

The waste of my love goes on this way
Trying to save you from yourself

I have always wondered about the left-over
Energy, the way water goes
Rushing down a hill
Long after the rains have stopped

Or the fire you want to go to bed from
But cannot leave
Burning down but not burnt down
The red coals more extreme, more curious
In their flashing and dying
Than you wish they were
Sitting long after midnight