Reading Cavafy, as world
sways green outside the
darkened room, a strange
mix of the old joy and
the weight of years, age
a lined of snuffled candles
more understood than
imagined now, and
without the sordid, radiant
memories that sustained
the dirty old poet.
23.07.2023
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