Melancholy of Jason Kleander, Poet in Kommagini, A.D. 595

The ageing 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:
certain sedatives, in Language and Imagination.

It's a wound from a merciless knife.
Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry-
they do relieve the pain at least for a while.

Constantine P. Cavafy

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