Like beautiful bodies of the dead who had not grown old
and they shut them, with tears, in a magnificent mausoleum,
with roses at the head and jasmine at the feet —
that is how desires look that have passed
without fulfillment; without one of them having achieved
a night of sensual delight, or a moonlit morn.
— C.P. Cavafy, “Desires,” The Complete Poems, transl. by Rae Dalven (Mariner Books, 1976