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And night flowed, and silent there floated into its satin streams

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

It never occurred to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven, could unravel and separate over a thing like that. But the fact was, I suppose, there were powerful tides tugging us apart by then, and it only needed something like that to finish the task. If we’d understood that back then—who knows?—maybe we’d have kept a tighter hold of one another.

Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

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Octavio Paz, from Selected Poems; “Duration”

Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems