Days of 1903
the poetic eyes, the pale face...
in the darkening street...
I never found them again—mine entirely by chance,
and so easily given up,
then longed for so painfully.
The poetic eyes, the pale face,
those lips—I never found them again.
by Konstantinos P. Kavafis
Translated from the Greek by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard
That is beautiful.ReplyDelete
It is! Sigh...ReplyDelete