Like little pauses in an ancient song,
For in the hour of war’s discordant triumph
You both demanded “Peace”!
And I, remembering how the faces of many women
Turned toward you with passionate expectation,
How can I find consolation?
Inez, vibrant, courageous, symbolic,
Can death still claim you?
When in the whitening winter of our grief
Your smile with all the radiance of spring,