Well, I told Lithuania and America that I thought the dead were trying to communicate with the living and that I'd send them something if it were true. Even if they don't know the specific poems, it should at least be clear that they're mine.

[He nods after she's finished.] Death be not proud, by Donne. Certainly not the worst of his poems they could have used. Still, that's an unexpectedly hopeful message for this town, isn't it?