You would rather have gone on feeling nothing,
emptiness and silence; the stagnant peace
of the deepest sea, which is easier
than the noise and flesh of the surface.

[…]

You hold love in your hand, a red seed
you had forgotten you were holding.

— Margaret Atwood, select lines from “Eurydice,” Selected Poems II: 1976-1986 (Houghton Mifflin Co., 1987)