Here you will find the Poem Melancholy Of Jason Kleander, Poet In Kommagini, A.D. 595 of poet Constantine P Cavafy
The aging of my body and my beauty is a wound from a merciless knife. I?m not resigned to it at all. I turn to you, Art of Poetry, because you have a kind of knowledge about drugs: attempts to numb the pain, in Imagination and Language. It is wound from a merciless knife. Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry? they numb the wound at least for a little while.
