"On the Stairs" by Constantine P. Cavafy

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On the Stairs
--Constantine P. Cavafy

As I was going down those ill-famed stairs
you were coming in the door, and for a second
I saw your unfamiliar face and you saw mine.
Then I hid so you wouldn’t see me again, and you
hurried past me, hiding your face,
and slipped inside the ill-famed house
where you couldn’t have found sensual pleasure any more
than I did.

And yet the love you were looking for, I had to give you;
the love I was looking for-so your tired,
knowing eyes implied-you had to give me.
Our bodies sensed and sought each other;
our blood and skin understood.

But, flustered, we both hid ourselves.

Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard.