And this I dreamt, and this I dream,
And some time this I will dream again,
And all will be repeated, all be re-embodied,
You will dream everything I have seen in dream.

To one side from ourselves, to one side from the world
Wave follows wave to break on the shore,
On each wave is a star, a person, a bird,
Dreams, reality, death—on wave after wave.

No need for a date: I was, I am, and I will be,
Life is a wonder of wonders, and to wonder
I dedicate myself, on my knees, like an orphan,
Alone—among mirrors—fenced in by reflections:
Cities and seas, iridescent, intensified.
A mother in tears takes a child on her lap.
—Arseny Tarkovsky, Life, Life, trans. Virginia Rounding