I have thrown into the fire
That which transports me and which I adore
(...)
Flame I do your bidding
(...)
I flame in the fire's adorable ardor
And the hands of the believers cast me back there multiple unnumerably
The body parts of the interceded-for burn close to me
(...)
I have nothing anymore in common
With those who fear burnings
(From the poem "Le brasier" by Guillaume Apollinaire, dedicated to Paul-Napoléon Roinard)
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