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Sea of dreams.
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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Cleis
I have a small
daughter called
Cleis, who is
like a golden
flower
I wouldn't
take all Croesus'
kingdom with love
thrown in, for her
---
Don't ask me what to wear
I have no embroidered
headband from Sardis to
give you, Cleis, such as
I wore
and my mother
always said that in her
day a purple ribbon
looped in the hair was thought
to be high style indeed
but we were dark:
a girl
whose hair is yellower than
torchlight should wear no
headdress but fresh flowers
Sappho
tr. Barnard
Friday, May 6, 2011

Days of 1903
I never found them again -- the things so quickly lost....
the poetic eyes, the pale
face.... in the dusk of the street....
I never found them again -- the things acquired quite by chance,
that I gave up so lightly;
and that later in agony I wanted.
The poetic eyes, the pale face,
those lips, I never found again.
Constantine P. Cavafy (1917)
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Wave.

A Rose
A rose. Its own fragrance is its home
And the breeze its bed.
* * *
Adonis
(Translated By Hassan Hilmy)






