|The room above the bar
was the cheapest we could find.
We could see the filthy alley
from the window, hear the shouts
of the workmen at their card-games.
Yet there on that narrow bed
I had love’s body, knew its red lips;
those lips so full, so bloody with desire
that now as I write, after so many years,
in this lonely house... I’m drunk with them again.
|Translated by Don Paterson|
|(Don Paterson, Landing Light, Faber and Faber, 2003) |
|- Original Greek Poem
|- Translation by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard|
|- Translation by John Cavafy|