@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Poem To Constantine Cavafy

I wonder how much was know to them---the

beautiful young men of Alexandria---who

became the Muses of your most erotic poetry;

brief moments and furtive glimpses preserved as

permanent evocations in your pages.

Time does not pause or linger to savor or

privilege these fleeting experiences; but a

poem can; thus Poetry becomes superior to the

time represented by calendars and clocks:

Poetry that enters the realm of the stars,

which mark the nearer edge of Eternity.


J-Called

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