He says I am the Phoenix, she
outwitting all the ages
who brings herself to life, then death,
inters herself, and rises.

She who makes of womb and tomb
a union so wonderous
that she is rocked, reborn just there
where her body was buried;

Who, nestling in the fragrant fires
of sweet gums and perfums
reanimates herself just when
she seems to be consumed;...

Sor Juana de la Cruz