Constantine P. Cavafy
Melancholy Of Jason Kleander, Poet In Kommagini, A.D. 595 - Poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
The aging of my body and my beauty
is a wound from a merciless knife.
I’m not resigned to it at all.
I turn to you, Art of Poetry,
because you have a kind of knowledge about drugs:
attempts to numb the pain, in Imagination and Language.
It is wound from a merciless knife.
Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry—
they numb the wound at least for a little while.
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