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)
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