Looking at an opal, a half-grey opal,
I remembered two beautiful grey eyes
I had seen it must have been twenty years before . . .
For a month we loved each other
Then he went away, I think to Smyrna,
To work there; we never saw each other again.
The grey eyes ---- if he lives ---- have lost their beauty;
The beautiful face will have been spoiled.
O Memory, preserve them as they were.
And, Memory, all you can of this love of mine
Whatever you can bring back to me tonight.
Grey
Constantine P. Cavafy
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Poem topics: I love you, away, beauty, lost, never, work, face, bring, preserve, beautiful, love, memory, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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