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O these monotonous days — the weary train
of days that are alike, monotonous.
The same things will befall, — be yet again;
the like hours find us and abandon us.
Month follows when the month has passed away.
The things now coming can be told before:
they are those tiresome things of yesterday:
and the morrow seems not the morrow any more.
Translated by John Cavafy
Poems by C. P. Cavafy.
Translated, from the Greek, by J. C. Cavafy. Ikaros, 2003)
- Original Greek Poem
- Translation by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard
- Translation by George Valassopoulo
- Translation by Daniel Mendelsohn