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.

Constantine P. Cavafy, Voices, 1889, Trans. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard
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