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“He said he'd hurt himself against a wall or had fallen down. But there was probably some other reason for the wounded, the bandaged shoulder. With a rather abrupt gesture, reaching for a shelf to bring down some photographs he wanted to look at, the bandage came came undone and a little blood ran. I did it up again, taking my time over the binding; he wasn't in pain and I liked looking at the blood. It was a thing of my love, that blood. When he left, I found, in front of his chair, a bloody rag, part of the dressing, a rag to be thrown straight into the garbage; and I put it to my lips and kept it there a long while- the blood of love against my lips.”

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C.P. Cavafy

C.P. Cavafy, born Konstantinos Petrou Kavafis, was a prominent Greek poet known for his profound philosophical thoughts and rich historical background. His poetry, which is highly regarded as one of the most important of the 20th century, explores themes such as the meaning of human existence, love, history, and religion. Cavafy was born in Alexandria, Egypt, and his family was of Greek descent. He spent part of his childhood in Egypt and later moved to England to complete his education. Upon returning to Alexandria, he became a banker, but his main interest lay in literature and art. more

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