Poem for the day


Like the beautiful bodies of those who died before growing old,
sadly shut away in sumpttuous mausoleum,
roses by the head, jasmine at the feet -
so appear the longings that have passed
without being satisfied, not one of the granted
a single night of pleasure, or one of its radient mornings.

C. P. Cavafy (1863 - 1933)
translated by Edmund Keeley and Phillip Sherrard

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