Voice II, Collection Olga Veneti-Calakonas, Athens


Ideal and beloved voices
of those who are dead, or of those
who are lost to us like the dead.

Sometimes they speak to us in our dreams;
sometimes in thought the mind hears them.

And with their sound for a moment return
other sounds from the first poetry of our life —
like distant music that dies off in the night.

                                          Constantine  Cavafis

             Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard