When the Watchman Saw the Light
C. P. Cavafy
Aliki Barnstone, Translator
Ah, these nights of January
when I sit recreating our moments
in my mind and I meet you
and hear our last words and hear our first.
These desperate nights of January
as vision goes and I am alone.
How does it go, and quickly fade—
gone the trees, gone the streets, gone the houses, gone the lights,
your erotic face erased and lost.
[1904]
when I sit recreating our moments
in my mind and I meet you
and hear our last words and hear our first.
These desperate nights of January
as vision goes and I am alone.
How does it go, and quickly fade—
gone the trees, gone the streets, gone the houses, gone the lights,
your erotic face erased and lost.
[1904]
