Listen more often
To things than to beings;
The fire's voice is heard,
Hear the voice of water.
Hear in the wind
The bush sob;
It is the ancestors' breath
Those who died have never left,
They are in the brightening shadow;
And in the thickening shadow;
The dead are not under the earth,
They are in the rustling tree,
They are in the groaning woods
They are in the flowing water,
They are in the still water,
They are in the hut, they are in the crowd:
The dead are not dead.