When They Come Alive

Try to keep them, poet,

those erotic visions of yours,

however few of them there are that can be stilled.

Put them, half-hidden, in your lines.

Try to hold them, poet,

when they come alive in your mind

at night or in the brightness of noon.

                                                     Constantine  Cavafis

                          Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard