Of this journey is to let the wind
Blow its dust all over your body,
To let it go on blowing, to step lightly, lightly
All the way through your ruins, and not to lose
Any sleep over the dead, who surely
Will bury their own, don’t worry.
— James Wright, from “The Journey,” Above the River: The Complete Poems and Selected Prose (Farrar Straus and Giroux, 1990)