Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

One Night - Poem by Constantine P. Cavafy

The room was penurious and common,
Hidden over a disreputable tavern,
The alley could be seen from the window,
Unclean and narrow. From below
Came the voices of a few workmen
Who were playing cards and having a good time.

There on the vulgar on the humble bed
I had the body of love, I had the lips,
The sensuous, the rosy lips of wine,
Rosy with such a wine, that even now
Here as I write, after so many years,
In my solitary house, I am drunk again.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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