To the café’s entrance

C. P. Cavafy

Something they said near me directed
my attention to the café’s entrance.
And I saw the fine body which seemed
with his acute skill like Eros had formed it –
joyfully framing its shapely limbs;
raising its chiseled stature;
framing the face with devotion
and leaving with his hands’ caress
a feeling on the brow, the eyes, the lips.

[Published 1915]

Original Greek Poem