...having been breathed out

Anglophile; lit- and writing-dork; dacshund owner; fanfic writer, Sherlock and otherwise; costume/clothing/design aficionada; former punk rocker; queer clotheshorse and anti-gastronome.

When suddenly at the midnight hour
an invisible troupe is heard passing
with exquisite music, with shouts–
do not mourn in vain your fortune failing you now,
your works that have failed, the plans of your life
that have all turned out to be illusions.
As if long prepared for this, as if courageous,
bid her farewell, the Alexandria that is leaving.
Above all do not be fooled, do not tell yourself
it was only a dream, that your ears deceived you;
do not stoop to such vain hopes.
As if long prepared for this, as if courageous,
as it becomes you who are worthy of such a city;
approach the window with firm step,
and listen with emotion, but not
with the entreaties and complaints of the coward,
as a last enjoyment listen to the sounds,
the exquisite instruments of the mystical troupe,
and bid her farewell, the Alexandria you are losing.

CP Cavafy, “The God Forsakes Antony”

I think about this poem a lot when I’m facing scary change. Courage is very much a fake it til you make it kind of thing, sometimes.

As if long prepared for this, as if courageous,
as it becomes you who are worthy of such a city;
approach the window with firm step,
and listen with emotion 

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