Regardless where you lean, Cavafy left or right, up or down
inside out or round about. Your poetry, still leaves you better understood.
And still leaves me with a message of tolerance.
For you have taught me to remember you as a gentle soul.
Whom I know and understand.
Not confused, but realize the right for your lovers embrace not being debased.
Not to be belittled in anyway.
Better to be loved, as deeply as you describe,
Better to know and understand, yourself as well as you.
Than live a life with the hell of guilt.
Of shame with degrading religious rules that only hurt,
discriminate, again and again.
Morals turned inside out, and hide in shame
So to refrain from your natural incline.
No better for you to know the love you can demonstrate
than not to be loved at all.
And turn into a twisted bitter heap that no one can recognize.
That ball of hate.
You found your inner self
And, there, you found your freedom, too.
So now I accept you for who you are.
And as for me? I know who I am.
Yes I know my arms and heart found the love you describe
within the arms of my man.
Another poet that I was introduced by my Husband Cavafy http://www.cavafy.com/poems/content.asp?cat=1&id=74
