Writer Shaun McKenna reads one of the most romantic poems he knows - One Night by C.P. Cavafy in a translation by Rae Dalven.
The room was poor and squalid
Hidden above the dubious tavern.
From the window you could see the alley,
filthy and narrow. From below
came the voices of some workmen,
playing cards and carousing.
And there, on the much used lowly bed
I had the body of Love, I had the lips,
the voluptuous and rosy lips of ecstasy -
rosy lips of such ecstasy, that even now
as I write, after so many years!
in my solitary house, I am drunk again