The aging of my body and my beauty <br />is a wound from a merciless knife. <br />I’m not resigned to it at all. <br />I turn to you, Art of Poetry, <br />because you have a kind of knowledge about drugs: <br />attempts to numb the pain, in Imagination and Language. <br /> <br />It is wound from a merciless knife. <br />Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry— <br />they numb the wound at least for a little while.<br /><br />Constantine P. Cavafy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melancholy-of-jason-kleander-poet-in-kommagini-a-d-595/
