Days Of 1903
Read 'Days Of 1903' by 'Constantine P Cavafy' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
I never found them again -- the things so quickly lost....
the poetic eyes, the pale
face.... in the dusk of the street....
I never found them again -- the things acquired quite by chance,
that I gave up so lightly;
and that later in agony I wanted.
The poetic eyes, the pale face,
those lips, I never found again.
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