Tuesday, September 11, 2007

488. When They Are Found - C. P. Cavafty

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Try to guard them, poet,
however few there are that can be kept.
The visions of your loving.
Set them, half hidden, in your phrases.
Try to sustain them, poet,
when they are roused in your brain
at night, or in the glare of noon.

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