“So much I gazed – So much I gazed on beauty, that my vision overflows with it. Contours of the body. Red lips. Voluptuous limbs. Hair as if taken from greek statues; always beautiful, even when uncombed, and it falls, slightly, over pale foreheads. Figures of love, as my poetry desired them…. in the nights of my youth, in my nights, secretly, met….”
— Constantine P. Cavafy (1917)











