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Voices

October 1, 2009

Voices, loved and idealized,
of those who have died, or of those
lost for us like the dead.

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

And with their sound for a moment return
sounds from our life’s first poetry—
like music at night, distant, fading away

“Voices” by C.P. Cavafy from Collected Poems. Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Edited by George Savidis. Revised Edition. Princeton University Press, 1992

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  1. John Wilkins
    October 1, 2009 at 2:59 am

    Nice. Thanks. Voices are I think all that live after us.

  2. October 1, 2009 at 9:45 am

    I’m not the world’s biggest poetry fan, although I do have favourite poets and poems, but I find this poem unbelievably evocative. Thank you for posting it John.

  1. October 1, 2009 at 3:04 am
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