Monotony The Canon
On one monotone day one more
monotone, indistinct day follows.  The same
things will happen, then recur—
moments all alike come upon us, and go away.
One month passes bringing one month more.
What comes next is easy enough to know:
the boredom from the day before.
And tomorrow’s got to where it seems like no tomorrow.

Translated by Daniel Mendelsohn

- Original Greek Poem

- Translation by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard

- Translation by John Cavafy

- Translation by George Valassopoulo