Poem rejected by Constantine Cavafy, written in front of The Youth of Myota, marble, 180 CM, 460-450 B.C.
The poem
seeks a place
for the chess moves of my desire.
It cannot do it openly.
Spare me explanations.
The city is a burden.
Fable, apocrypha: old material
hides the thigh,
the yellow spot on the groin
with the down.
High buzzing, if I think of it,
over the skin like that of
one-night dragonflies.
It is ...