“They came in the spring of the year to tell me you were dead.

 They spoke of war and pride, and how you’d laughed at fear,

 And called my name. All the while the sea grew black and still.

 Now you lie in a distant land, far from the summer day

 When we left our tracks in the foamy sand–

 Yet in the deeps of the night

 You call my name, your voice in the roar of the tide.”

–      Fragment translated by Maggie Tufu,
  The Engines of God, p.132