I confess I had lived

Just because I'm in poetry mood, and tottally nervous about Thesis countdown.


Remember, body...
Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds on which you lay,
but also those desires which for you
plainly glowed in the eyes,
and trembled in the voice -- and some
chance obstacle made them futile.
Now that all belongs to the past,
it is almost as if you had yielded
to those desires too -- remember,
how they glowed, in the eyes looking at you;
how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1918)

Lots of years before I born, and I felt the same for my daughter:

( Sappho 610-580 B.C )

And now more Kavafis, my obsession:

( DESIRES  )

He was a mellancholic man

( Candles )

Bush should read it, it is about power and senseless aims.

( Waiting for the Barbarians )

Remember Ithaca?, this is the other way round. You can't hide from yourself:

( The City )

Sad

( The windows  )

The difference betwen erotica and PWP:

(  Return )

This is a classic that has been update. Have you read it?
Slytherin Rising, Book Four: The Year of the Cat http://www.fanfiction.net/s/936571/16/

Yet another poem, sorry I'm obsess with the guy.

I went

I did not restrain myself. I let go entirely and went.
To the pleasures that were half real
and half wheeling in my brain,
I went into the lit night.
And I drank of potent wines, such as
the valiant of voluptuousness drink.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1913)

You know Itaca, Ulyses Island, it takes him 20 years to return home.


Ithaca

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)