Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

At the Café Door


Something they said beside me
made me look toward the café door,
and I saw that lovely body which seemed
as though Eros in his mastery had fashioned it,
joyfully shaping its well-formed limbs,
molding its tall build,
shaping its face tenderly,
and leaving, with a touch of the fingers,
a particular nuance on the brow, the eyes, the lips.

Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2012

Do you like this poem?
1 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (At the Café Door by Constantine P. Cavafy )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  4. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  5. Stafford's Cabin, Edwin Arlington Robinson
  6. Christmas Trees, Robert Frost
  7. Talking Turkeys!, Benjamin Zephaniah
  8. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  9. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas

Poem of the Day

poet Richard Lovelace

Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,
...... Read complete »

   

New Poems

  1. Peshawar, Sari Mavi
  2. Untouched Flower, Edward Kofi Louis
  3. Let's Share, Peter S. Quinn
  4. Into Darkness, Suparnna Anilkumar
  5. Nature Is My Sanctuary, Peter S. Quinn
  6. Sometimes Mysteriously, Luis Omar Salinas
  7. The Winter Wind., Tony Adah
  8. Untouched Love, Edward Kofi Louis
  9. Early Death, Luo Zhihai
  10. Flying, Michael Webb
[Hata Bildir]