Στα ύδατα της καλλιτεχνικής αποφατικότητας
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 distant music fading away at night.
Trans. Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard
C.P. Cavafy, text
Artwork: William Klein, Gare de Kiev, Moscow, 1959