Iosif Aleksandrovich Brodsky. (№ 188548)

You know, after dark
I'm trying to estimate at a glance
counting the mountain from a mile,
the space between us.
And numbers somehow converge into words
where are approaching you
the confusion emanating from A,
hope, coming from B.
Two of the traveller, holding the lamp,
at the same time moving in the darkness,
separation by multiplying by the dawn,
at least without meeting in mind.