Remember, Body...

by Constantinos P. Cavafy

Immersed again in art, I recover from the labour of creating it.

red lips so intoxicating that even now, as I write these lines, after so many years all alone in this house, I am drunk with it again.

Return often and take me at night, when lips and skin remember.

Half past twelve; how the time has passed. Half past twelve; how the years have passed.

I have gazed so much on beauty that my eyes overflow with it.

it was rather hasty, the way Fate ended it.

Memory, keep those eyes just as they were. And memory, whatever you can salvage of that passion of mine, whatever you can, bring back to me tonight.