One of my all time favorite poems: The Afternoon Sun by C. P. Cavafy translated by Aliki Barnstone This room, how well I know it. Now they rent it and the one next door as commercial offices. The whole house became offices for agents and merchants and companies. Ah. this room, how familiar. The couch was near the door, here; in front, a Turkish rug; near the couch, two yellow vases on a shelf. On the right, no, across from it, was an armoire with a mirror. In the middle, the table where he wrote and three wicker chairs. Next to the window was the bed where we made love so many times. These sad things must still be somewhere. Next to the window was the bed; the afternoon sun spread across halfway. ...One afternoon at four oclock, we separated, just for a week....Alas, that week became forever.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 01:55:15 +0000
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