The God Abandons Antony


When suddenly, at midnight, you hear
An invisible procession going by
With exquisite music, voices,
Don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now,
Work gone wrong, your plans
All proving deceptive don’t mourn them uselessly.
As one long prepared, and graced with courage,
Say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving.
Above all, don’t fool yourself, don’t say
It was a dream, your ears deceived you:
Don’t degrade yourself with empty hopes like these.
As one long prepared, and graced with courage,
As is right for you who were given this kind of city,
Go firmly to the window
And listen with deep emotion, but not
With whining, the pleas of a coward;
Listen your final delectation to the voices,
To the exquisite music of that strange procession,
And say goodbye to her, to the Alexandria you are losing.


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The God Abandons Antony