“Roses by the head, jasmine at the feet —
so appear the longings that have passed
without being satisfied, not one of them granted
a night of sensual pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings.”

—  Constantine P. Cavafy

Longings http://www.cavafy.com/poems/content.asp?id=45&cat=1
Collected Poems (1992)

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