C. P. Cavafy

Ideal and adored voices
of those who have died, or of those who are
as lost to us as the dead.

Sometimes they speak in our dreams.
Sometimes the mind hears them in its thought.

And with their sound return for a moment
sounds of our life’s first poetry –
like music, at night, distant, fading.

[Written 1903; Published 1904]

Original Greek Poem