Something they said beside me made me look toward the café door,and I saw that lovely body which seemedas though Eros in his mastery had fashioned it,joyfully shaping its well-formed limbs,molding its tall build,shaping its face tenderly,and leaving, with a touch of the fingers,a particular nuance on the brow, the eyes, the lips.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
At the Cafe Door
Cavafy was Greek, raised in Alexandria, Egypt. Here, his poem titled At the Cafe Door:
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