Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Grey - Poem by Constantine P. Cavafy

Looking at an opal, a half-grey opal,
I remembered two beautiful grey eyes
I had seen it must have been twenty years before . . .

For a month we loved each other
Then he went away, I think to Smyrna,
To work there; we never saw each other again.

The grey eyes ---- if he lives ---- have lost their beauty;
The beautiful face will have been spoiled.

O Memory, preserve them as they were.
And, Memory, all you can of this love of mine
Whatever you can bring back to me tonight.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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