matt's poetry pocketbook:
poems and poets


C P Cavafy

Like the beautiful bodies of those who died before growing old,
sadly shut away in sumptuous mausoleum,
roses by the head, jasmine at the feet -
so appear the longings that have passed
without being satisfied, not one of them granted
a single night of pleasure, or one of its radient mornings.

Translated by Edmund Keeley and Phillip Sherrard