x "Faces appear, are washed away,
Dear today and tomorrow far off.
Why did I once turn down
the corner of this page?

Now the book always opens
To the same place. And then it’s strange:
It’s as if from the moment of farewell,
The years have not passed beyond recall."
— Anna Akhmatova, from “Imitation of I. F. Annensky” (translated by Judith Hemschemeyer)