August and You

Marc Bloch and I

A few months before August, I think about August, in the month of August, a month you were gone. Is what I see, but a dream within a dream?
A few months before January, I think about January, in the month of January you were born. Is what I seem, but a dream within a dream?

Dream Within a Dream
By Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.