Why the long eyes? Come,
See the cross on my palm —
anoint it of your tears,
dwell
Tend to mine as I on yours
You and I
Are like sin and the land
We do meet often
in this world
But when you rest,
I will forgive
And when you wake,
Let us bid our farewells
You are the first vigil with open eyes
In the quiet within the megaliths
As I will be your cross
As I will be the ache
—after Anna Akhmatova, In a Dream, 1946
