Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds on which you lay,
but also those desires for you
that glowed plainly in the eyes,
and trembled in the voice—and some
chance obstacle made futile.
Now that all of them belong to the past,
it almost seems as if you had yielded
to those desires—how they glowed,
remember, in the eyes gazing at you;
how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.
– Constantine P Cavafy
– Translation by Aliki BarnstoneThis is my favourite translation of my favourite poem, and the inspiration for my first manuscript. It belongs here as a lodestar on this blog documenting my journey as a writer who Tries to write from a bone deep place x