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© Robert Whitman | Prince - Minneapolis, 1977

Voices, loved and idealized,

of those who have died, or of those

lost for us like the dead.

Sometimes they speak to us in dreams;

sometimes deep in thought the mind hears them.

And with their sound for a moment return

sounds from our life’s first poetry—

like music at night, distant, fading away

C.P. Cavafy