“She went away. Her essence spread
out among the hard cordilleras,
and she was lost amid salt and boulders,
the saddest eyes of the world.
Her braids became water
in Peruvian rivers,
and her kisses thinned out
in the mountain air.
Here, we find the earth, the dreams,
the quivering flags,
and she is here—but it’s too late
for anyone to piece together her beauty.”