After Quevedo

not even lost in death the memory

of why we burned, and therefore still

a fire consuming all obsequious delay,

now polvo, dust, of a desire but still alive

             and aching, not even lost to you

within our common urn, urgent as an ash

still burning alma, soul, still

and moving toward you, la muerte, my amor—

             not even lost in death, memoria,

and feeling some reply, alma, memory and ash,

ash burning still, still

and moving toward you, dust and dust, ash

             alma and amor constante

             más allá de la muerte, constant

even in our common urn, polvo enamorado.