Wednesday, August 5, 2009

That Thing of the Poets: Thinking of the Blind One...

Up there,
High on the walls, the dirge has already begun.
They're mourning the memory, the aura of our days.

Constantine Cavafy.
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Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
You'll have understood by then what these Ithakans mean.

Constantine Cavafy.
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