Konstantinos Cavafy. (№ 90165)

When it comes time to sail to Ithaca -
Pray, that was a long way,
And it will be peaceful -
Because see, the laestrygonians, Scylla
Not in the seas, and in your soul.
A long way
Bright havens of the Phaeacians,
Generous berths of Fintan,
The conversation of the wise Egyptians,
And Ithaca in the distance,
Waiting for you old man,
Enlightened, wise, rich,
For it is only for her
Rocky, poor, poor.
You swam to be like became.