I look into the hearth and see
The inferno that gave life to me
A crackling rage of impending doom
The gentle glow that lights the room.
I see the embers in the blaze,
Upon the fire mine eyes do gaze,
I see the turmoil below,
Lit bright by an unearthly glow.
I gaze upon its soft warm light
Disguised in a fury glowing bright
And I feel the comforting warmth
Emerging from the burning hearth
A two-faced Janus in the sparks
Illuminated by glowing arcs
I look into the hearth and see
The fire that gave life to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like everything about this poem. Interesting how each line alternates between a nice aspect of the fire to a more hardenede feeling towards it. Enjoyed the read!