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Constantine Cavafy
MELANCHOLY OF JASON KLEANDER, POET IN KOMMAGINI, A.D. 595
The aging of my body and my beautyis a wound from a merciless knife.
I’m not resigned to it at all.
I turn to you, Art of Poetry,
because you have a kind of knowledge about drugs:
attempts to numb the pain, in Imagination and Language.
It is wound from a merciless knife.
Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry—
they numb the wound at least for a little while.
From: Collected poems
Publisher: Princeton University Press, Princeton, 1992
Publisher: Princeton University Press, Princeton, 1992
Melancholy of Jason Kleander, poet in Kommagini, a.D. 595
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MELANCHOLY OF JASON KLEANDER, POET IN KOMMAGINI, A.D. 595
The aging of my body and my beautyis a wound from a merciless knife.
I’m not resigned to it at all.
I turn to you, Art of Poetry,
because you have a kind of knowledge about drugs:
attempts to numb the pain, in Imagination and Language.
It is wound from a merciless knife.
Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry—
they numb the wound at least for a little while.
From: Collected poems
Publisher: 1992, Princeton University Press, Princeton
Publisher: 1992, Princeton University Press, Princeton
MELANCHOLY OF JASON KLEANDER, POET IN KOMMAGINI, A.D. 595
The aging of my body and my beautyis a wound from a merciless knife.
I’m not resigned to it at all.
I turn to you, Art of Poetry,
because you have a kind of knowledge about drugs:
attempts to numb the pain, in Imagination and Language.
It is wound from a merciless knife.
Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry—
they numb the wound at least for a little while.
From: Collected poems
Publisher: 1992, Princeton University Press, Princeton
Publisher: 1992, Princeton University Press, Princeton
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