Salamander
in the flame
try to escape
and seek your fame
on the lips of those
who would speak your name.
The rock is cooling fast
around your shape
that only in the flame
can possibly escape.
Too late, too late:
in the rock that’s later cleft
the faint outline I see
is all that’s left
of your once fiery
unbounded energy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem