the dead


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

the earth rocks

the earth rocks

Quote from Sophia De Mello Breyner, p.7 The Vintage Book of Contemporary World Poetry, Ed. By McClattchy, J.D.

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