IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE SPIRITS

April 18, 2009

recently investigating  an interesting Greek poet from the turn of last century C.P. CAVAFY. this piece spoke to me some.

  IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE SPIRITS

 

It must have been the spirits that I drank last night,

it must have been that I was drowsing, I’d been tired all day long.

 

 The black wooden column vanished before me.

with the ancient head, and the dining room door,

and the armchair, the red one; and the little settee.

In their place came a street in Marseilles.

And freed now, brazenly, my soul

appeared there once again and moved about,

along with the form of a sensitive, pleasure-bent youth–

the dissolute youth: that, too, must be said.

 

It must have been the spirits that I drank last night,

it must have been that I was drowsing, I’d been tired all day long.

 

My soul was released; the poor thing, it’s

always constrained by the weight of the years.

 

My soul was released and it showed me

 a sympathique street in Marseilles,

with the form of a happy, dissolute youth

who never felt ashamed, not he, certainly.

 

C. P. Cavafy

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