The exceptional thing about him was that in spite of all his loose living, his vast sexual experience, and the fact that usually his attitude matched his age, in spite of this there were moments— extremely rare, of course—when he gave the impression that his flesh was almost virginal. His twenty-nine-year-old beauty, so tested by sensual pleasure, would sometimes strangely remind one of a boy who, somewhat awkwardly, gives his pure body to love for the first time.
Reprinted from C.P. CAVAFY: Collected Poems Revised Edition, translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard, edited by George Savidis. Translation copyright © 1975, 1992 by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Princeton University Press. For reuse of these translations, please contact Princeton University Press.
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