From the black height of Atlantis

 

From the black height of Atlantis you dived,

A seabird plunge into swollen water,

 

I, at the shore, wrapped in borrowed garments,

Immaculate white, escaping the heat,

 

Only later, pressed to your skin there came,

The slow blood-trickle of rapid descent;

 

I buried you with stones, laid them over

Each visible part, gently, one by one,

 

The shape of you took years to submerge,

Beneath an eternal spread of stone pine.