120 Years Ago

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December, 1903

And if I cannot speak about my love—
if I do not talk about your hair, your lips, your eyes,
still your face that I keep within my heart,
the sound of your voice that I keep within my mind,
the days of September that rise in my dreams,
give shape and color to my words, my sentences,
whatever theme I touch, whatever thought I utter.

by Constantine Cavafy, trans. Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard

Comments

[duathir.livejournal.com]

This is beautiful; thank you.