‘Waiting for the Barbarians’ by Constantine P. Cavafy


Milestones upon milestones
hit her surface,
but she still stands
refusing to loosen the embrace
to the moon and the sun.

Her infinite dance in the countless space
echoes the looping sound of waves
and blows of wind through the plants.

Her song to the lava
keeps us onwards.
Her love to the air
keeps the galaxy afloat.

How hopeless I am
the end never came.
That! would have been
my meaning through time.

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