For Cavafy

by Bruce Williams

The poems are sad and short: love half-remembered,
history--beautiful, closed and Greek.
But what I like best
is the blank three-quarters page,
white as a statue's marble eyes--

a space to write or cry.




If you’d like to read poems by C. P. Cavafy, please go to this page I created.

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