We don’t know how to say goodbye:
we wander on, shoulder to shoulder.
Already the sun is going down;
you’re moody. I am your shadow.
Anna Akhmatova, trans. Stanley Kunitz & Max Hayward, in Poems of Akhmatova
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the moon is beautiful 