famous poem

some one complained to the master
were it not for that singular smell
little gate was reached at last
brother, i am fire
will you glimmer on the sea?
i burn no incense
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
there is no escape by the river
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
the mountains they are silent folk
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
lived by the river-side
as it