C. P. Cavafy
Their lawless pleasure discharged,
they rose from the mattress
and dress hurriedly in silence.
They come out separately, stealthily from the house; and as
they walk somewhat uneasily on the street, it’s like
they suspect that something on them betrays
what sort of bed they had just lain on.
But what a win for the life of the artist.
Tomorrow, the day after, or in the years to come, will be written
the powerful verses that had their start here.
[Written 1915; Published 1921]