Nero wasn’t worried at all when he heard the utterance of the Delphic Oracle: “Beware the age of seventy-three.” Plenty of time to enjoy himself still. He’s thirty. The deadline the god has given him is quite enough to cope with future dangers. Now, a little tired, he’ll return to Rome— but wonderfully tired from that journey devoted entirely to pleasure: theatres, garden-parties, stadiums... evenings in the cities of Achaia... and, above all, the sensual delight of naked bodies... So much for Nero. And in Spain Galba secretly musters and drills his army— Galba, the old man in his seventy-third year.
Reprinted from C.P. CAVAFY: Collected Poems Revised Edition, translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard, edited by George Savidis. Translation copyright © 1975, 1992 by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Princeton University Press. For reuse of these translations, please contact Princeton University Press.
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