I think of the dead.
But I do not think of them as dead.
Neither in my thoughts
Nor in my dreams.
I believe I am not aware enough
Of the earth’s “rocking the death in herself.”
I initially feel this a failure.
But then I grow to think
That the image is a passing thought
Like all my passing thoughts.
And I feel a lightness, inside
For just a moment
Because I know what I think
And I feel what I believe
Quote from Sophia De Mello Breyner, p.7 The Vintage Book of Contemporary World Poetry, Ed. By McClattchy, J.D.