C. P. Cavafy
I have so much beheld beauty
that my vision is filled with it.
Contours of the body. Red lips. Sensual limbs.
Locks almost plucked from Greek statues –
always lovely, although uncombed,
that rest a little over pale brows.
Figures of love, such as my poetry
wanted… in the nights of my youth,
furtively in those nights encountered .…