Treasure Island

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

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