Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

According To The Formulas Of Ancient Grecosyrian Magi


"What distillate can be discovered from herbs
of a witching brew," said an aesthete,
"what distillate prepared according
to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi
which for a day (if no longer
its potency can last), or even for a short time
can bring my twenty three years to me
again; can bring my friend of twenty two
to me again -- his beauty, his love.

"What distillate prepared according
to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi
which, in bringing back these things,
can also bring back our little room."

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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