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Grey

Looking at an opal, a half-grey opal,

I remembered two beautiful grey eyesI had seen it must have been twenty years before . . .

For a month we loved each

Then he went away,

I think to Smyrna,

To work there; we never saw each other again.

The grey eyes —— if he lives —— have lost their beauty;

The beautiful face will have been spoiled.

O Memory, preserve them as they were.

And,

Memory, all you can of this love of

Whatever you can bring back to me tonight.

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Constantine P Cavafy

Constantine Peter Cavafy (April 29 (April 17, OS), 1863 – April 29, 1933) was an Egyptiot Greek poet, journalist and civil servant. His consciou…

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