Greek poets & Greek artists, Greek painters

Yannis Stavrou, Rotonda, Thessaloniki, oil on canvas
Konstantinos Kavafis

Yannis Stavrou, Rotonda, Thessaloniki, oil on canvas
Konstantinos Kavafis
Melancholy of Jason Kleander, Poet in Kommagini, A.D. 595
The aging of my body and my beauty
is a wound from a merciless knife.
I’m not resigned to it at all.
I turn to you, Art of Poetry,
because you have a kind of knowledge about drugs:
attempts to numb the pain, in Imagination and Language.
It is wound from a merciless knife.
Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry—
they numb the wound at least for a little while.
The aging of my body and my beauty
is a wound from a merciless knife.
I’m not resigned to it at all.
I turn to you, Art of Poetry,
because you have a kind of knowledge about drugs:
attempts to numb the pain, in Imagination and Language.
It is wound from a merciless knife.
Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry—
they numb the wound at least for a little while.
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