For Cavafy, Where Ever You May Find Him
Constantine Cavafy, I've been reading of your life It is one that sprouts the seeds of curiosity within me You had many friends and lovers And no children Your words were your sons These are my sons Like yours Apparently though, I will never fully understand For I do not know the Greek language The translation is a glass of wine That while makes my head light and full of bliss Still veils the path that you want me to walk I know what it is you say Yet how you say it, your incantations, remain aloof Your magic spells They made a museum for you, you know? In the Alexandrian apartment you lived in Perhaps I will visit it one day When I go to find the library's foundations And Alexander's resting place Or should I spend the spring (for it is on its way) Trying to learn Greek? Oh what a chore! Love always seems to be But, ultimately it seems worth it Maybe you would be the cure for my soul? Did you know They say your most important work was done after...