. meditation in silver .

Ideal voices and ones we loved

of those who died, or those who like the dead are lost to us.

 

Sometimes in dreams they speak to us;

sometimes in thought the mind hears them.

 

And briefly at their sound return

sounds from our lives’ first poetry –

Like music, at night, that fades, far away.

 

C.P. CAVAFY (Selected poems)

Translated by David Connolly

 

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