A Poet Reflects

 … words
fall light between us.  I look at you
in a soft dusk.  I do not know
if I know you; this I know, that never
was I divided from you as in this late
return.  A few instants have burned
everything of us: except two faces, two
masks that carve upon themselves
a smile.

—Eugenio Montale, closing strophe to “Two in the Twilight,” from Eugenio Montale: Selected Poems (New Directions, 1965)

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