Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Far Off - Poem by Constantine P. Cavafy

I should like to relate this memory ...
but it is so faded now ... scarecely anthing is left --
because it lies far off, in the years of my early manhood.

A skin as if made of jasmine ...
that night in August -- was it August? -- that night ...
I can just barely remember the eyes; they were, I think, blue ...
Ah yes, blue; a sapphire blue.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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