Days Of 1903

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.

by Constantine P. Cavafy

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Oooh, I like this poem. It reminds me of Rilke. But the nostalgia of the poem is heart-rendering.