The Next Table The Canon
He must be barely twenty-two years old
yet Im certain that almost that many years ago
I enjoyed the very same body.
It isnt erotic fever at all.
And Ive been in the casino for a few minutes only,
so I havent had time to drink a great deal.
I enjoyed that very same body.
And if I dont remember where, this one lapse of memory
            doesnt mean a thing.
There, now that hes sitting down at the next table,
I recognize every motion he makesand under his clothes
I see again the limbs I loved, naked.

Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard

(C.P. Cavafy, Collected Poems. Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Edited by George Savidis. Revised Edition. Princeton University Press, 1992)

- Original Greek Poem