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When I went to that house of pleasure
When I went to that house of pleasure
I didn't stay in the front rooms where they celebrate,
I didn’t stay in the front rooms where they celebrate,
with some decorum, the accepted modes of love.
with some decorum, the accepted modes of love.
I went into the secret rooms
I went into the secret rooms
and lounged and lay on their beds.
and lounged and lay on their beds. {{ln|5}}


I went into the secret rooms
I went into the secret rooms
considered shameful even to name.
considered shameful even to name.
But not shameful to me -- because if they were,
But not shameful to me because if they were,
what kind of poet, what kind of artist would I be?
what kind of poet, what kind of artist would I be?
I'd rather be an ascetic. That would be more in keeping,
I’d rather be an ascetic. That would be more in keeping, {{ln|10}}
much more in keeping with my poetry,
much more in keeping with my poetry,
than for me to find pleasure in the commonplace rooms.
than for me to find pleasure in the commonplace rooms.
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Latest revision as of 09:46, 29 May 2022

And I Lounged and Lay on Their Beds
By: C. P. Cavafy

When I went to that house of pleasure
I didn’t stay in the front rooms where they celebrate,
with some decorum, the accepted modes of love.
I went into the secret rooms
and lounged and lay on their beds. 5

I went into the secret rooms
considered shameful even to name.
But not shameful to me — because if they were,
what kind of poet, what kind of artist would I be?
I’d rather be an ascetic. That would be more in keeping, 10
much more in keeping with my poetry,
than for me to find pleasure in the commonplace rooms.