Voices Poem by Constantine P. Cavafy

Voices



Loved, idealized voices
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 distant music fading away at night.

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