that I enjoyed the very same body.
This isn’t some erotic fantasy.
I’ve only just come into the casino
and there hasn’t been time enough to drink.
I tell you, that’s the very same body I once enjoyed.
And if I can’t recall precisely where—that means nothing.
Now that he’s sitting there at the next table,
I recognize each of his movements—and beneath his clothes
I see those beloved, naked limbs again.
The room opened out on the gardenand the delicate odour of flowersmingled with the scentof the five perfumed young Sidonians.There were readings from Meleager, Krinagoras, Rhianos.But when the actor recited‘Here lies Aeschylus, the Athenian, son of Euphorion’(stressing maybe more than he should have‘his renowned valour’ and ‘sacred Marathonian grove’),a vivacious young man, mad about literature,suddenly…
