At the Cemetery

At the Cemetery Jidi Majia For Desanka Maksimović A giantoak, its dense shadowscovering memory You’re lying flatbeneath the grass and mud When wind blows fromthe depths of the universewho’s listening?Whose breath passesthrough each leaf?Caressing the dark sea your silencehas returned to its sourcelike crystal snowThe roots of your thoughts have silently climbedonto the shoulders of this oakPerhaps they still want to reach higher [End Page 114] Copyright © 2018 University of Hawai‘i Press