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C.P. Cavafy

Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me — when the memory of the body awakens, and an old desire runs again through the blood; when the lips and the skin remember, and the hands feel as if they touch again. Return often and take me at night, when the lips and… Continue reading C.P. Cavafy

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C.P. Cavafy

On the right—no, opposite—a wardrobe with a mirror. In the middle the table where he wrote, and the three big wicker chairs. Beside the window the bed where we made love so many times. They must still be around somewhere, those old things. Beside the window the bed; the afternoon sun used to touch half… Continue reading C.P. Cavafy

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C.P. Cavafy

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… Continue reading C.P. Cavafy

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C.P. Cavafy

I should like to relate this memory … but it is so faded now … scarcely anything is left — because it lies far off, in the years of my early manhood. A skin as if made of jasmine … that night in August— was it August?—that night… I can just barely remember the eyes;… Continue reading C.P. Cavafy

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C.P. Cavafy

Ideal and dearly beloved voices of those who are dead, or of those who are lost to us like the dead. Sometimes they speak to us in our dreams; sometimes in thought the mind hears them. And for a moment with their echo other echoes return from the first poetry of our lives — like… Continue reading C.P. Cavafy

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