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| Milton Resnick, Ulysses, acrylic, gouache and ink, 1991 |
Ionian
Though we have broken their statues,
though we have driven them out of their temples,
the gods did not die because of this at all.
O Ionian land, it is you they still love,
it is you their souls still remember.
When the August morning dawns upon you
a vigor from their life moves through your air;
and at times a figure of ethereal youth,
indistinct, in rapid stride,
crosses over your hills.
-- C.P. Cavafy
(Rae Dalven translation)
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