when they come alive

Try to keep them, poet,
those erotic visions of yours,
however few of them there are that can be stilled.
Put them, half-hidden, in your lines.
Try to hold them, poet,
when they come alive in your mind
at night or in the noonday brightness.

 

(Constantine P. Cavafy)

Stranger, here you will do well to tarry; here our highest good is pleasure.