Distant

C. P. Cavafy

I’d like to speak this memory…
But it’s effaced so, now… like nothing remains —
because it lies distant, in my first pubescent years.

Skin like made of jasmine…
That August — was it August? — night…
I hardly remember the eyes now. They were, I fancy, violet…
Ah yes, violet: a sapphirine violet.

[Written and published 1914]

Original Greek Poem