Gray The Canon
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While looking at a half-gray opal
I remembered two lovely gray eyes—
it must be twenty years ago I saw them...
 
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We were lovers for a month.
Then he went away to work, I think in Smyrna,
and we never met again.
 
Those gray eyes will have lost their beauty—if he’s still alive;
that lovely face will have spoiled.
 
Memory, keep them the way they were.
And, memory, whatever of that love you can bring back,
whatever you can, bring back tonight.

Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard

(C.P. Cavafy, Collected Poems. Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Edited by George Savidis. Revised Edition. Princeton University Press, 1992)

- Original Greek Poem