He came to read. Two or three books <br />are open; historians and poets. <br />But he only read for ten minutes, <br />and gave them up. He is dozing <br />on the sofa. He is fully devoted to books <br />but he is twenty-three years old, and he's very handsome; <br />and this afternoon love passed <br />through his ideal flesh, his lips. <br />Through his flesh which is full of beauty <br />the heat of love passed; <br />without any silly shame for the form of the enjoyment.....<br /><br />Constantine P. Cavafy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-came-to-read/
