One monotonous day follows another
equally monotonous. The same things
will happen again, and then will happen again,
the same moments will come and go.
A month passes by and brings another month.
Easy to guess what lies ahead:
all of yesterday’s boredom.
And tomorrow ends up no longer like tomorrow.
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Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard
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(C.P. Cavafy, Collected Poems. Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Edited by George Savidis. Revised Edition. Princeton University Press, 1992)
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- Original Greek Poem
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- Translation by John Cavafy
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- Translation by George Valassopoulo
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- Translation by Daniel Mendelsohn
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