Poem: By Pablo Nerude

This is Tina Modetti's epitaph from her gravestone, it is part of a poem written by Pablo Neruda. Modetti was a revolutionary political activist, photographer and Edward Weston's lover. She died in 1942 in Mexico city at a young 46 years of age.

Pure your gentle name, pure your fragile life,

bees, shadows, fire, snow, silence and foam,

combined with steel and wire and

pollen to make up your firm

and delicate being.