Just because we've torn their statues down,
and cast them from their temples,
doesn't for a moment mean the gods are dead.
Land of Ionia, they love you yet,
their spirits still remember you.
When an August morning breaks upon you
a vigour from their lives stabs through your air;
and sometimes an ethereal and youthful form
in swiftest passage, indistinct,
passes up above your hills.
Ionian
Constantine P. Cavafy
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Poem topics: I love you, august, remember, sometimes, passage, moment, morning, ethereal, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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