By Constantine Cavafy



I sit in a mood of reverie.
I brought to Art desires and sensations:
things half-glimpsed,
faces or lines, certain indistinct memories
of unfulfilled love affairs. Let me submit to Art:
Art knows how to shape forms of Beauty,
almost imperceptibly completing life,
blending impressions, blending day with day.




© Translation: Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard
From: Collected poems
Publisher: Princeton University Press, Princeton, 1992

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Written on 2010-12-01 at 03:25

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I followed the link below the photo, read the posted poems, and I am tres happy to have had this introduction. Thank you, editors. I liked all the poems, but I thought this quite romantic:


I’d like to speak of this memory…
but it’s so faded now…as though nothing is left—
because it was so long ago, in my early adolescent years.

A skin as though of jasmines…
that August evening— was it August?—
I can still just recall the eyes: blue, I think they were…
Ah yes, blue: a sapphire blue."

jenks The PoetBay support member heart!

As always the final lines express.

Good introduction.