Body, remember not only how much you were loved,not only the beds on which you lay,but also those desires for you that glowed plainly in the eyes,and trembled in the voice—and somechance obstacle made futile.Now that all of them belong to the past,it almost seems as if you had yieldedto those desires—how they glowed,remember, in the eyes gazing at you;how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body. Cavafy
THE VINE
I dream'd this mortal part of mine Was Metamorphoz'd to a Vine; Which crawling one and every way Enthralled my dainty Lucia. Me thought, her long small legs & thighs I with my Tendrils did surprize; Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste By my soft Nerv'lits were embrac'd: About her head I writhing hung, And with rich clusters (hid among The leaves) her temples I behung: So that my Lucia seem'd to me Young Bacchus ravisht by his tree. My curles about her neck did craule, And armes and hands they did enthrall: So that she could not freely stir, (All parts there made one prisoner.) But when I crept with leaves to hide Those parts, which maids keep unespy'd, Such fleeting pleasures there I took, That with the fancie I awook; And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine More like a Stock, than like a Vine.
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