Notes in the Cavafy poems of those titles
Temptation, whether tasted whole, nibbled, or pondered only
Is always engaged; one can from its orbit not abstain.
Desires are preserved to be mourned- revisited;
We, nostalgic of their loss.
That melody of remembrance,
Constructed from the slightest recollection
Becomes entire, a symphony of a past redone.
O! vanity of Life!
That we make into gods
Fears and our desperate vexations
Which tempest souls;
We deify behemoths that stampede us-
We idolize the leviathans that sink us.
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