after cavafy

September 24, 2017 at 5:55 pm Leave a comment

after cavafy

chewing the dry bone
of ancient desire
and self-betrayal,
i shudder with a sudden rage.

–but if you walked
through the door again?

two years absent,
in another country, some
other man’s lover, i yet

think to recognize you
in every passer-by.
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I became acquainted with Cavafy after reading The Alexandria Quartet (A Study of Love) by Lawrence Durrell.  As far as a comment upon the poem, I can’t–except that it’s drawn from experience–and about ‘Caroline’ yet again.

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