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Poetry Month day 11

December, 1903

And if I can't speak about my love-
if I don't talk about your hair, your lips, your eyes,
still your face that I keep within my heart,
the sound of your voice that I keep within my mind,
the days of September rising in my dreams,
give shape and colour to my words, my sentences,
whatever theme I touch, whatever thought I utter.

C P Cavafy (trans. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)

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kairon13
Apr. 12th, 2009 12:25 am (UTC)
One of the joys of poetry month is discovering new poets; another, equal joy is introducing friends to new poets :)
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