They Who Seek After Pleasure

Photograph by Linda Mccartney

 
 

I WENT

I brooked no bonds. I threw off all restraint,
and went. Toward enjoyments that were half
real — half ruminations of my brain,
into the illuminated night I went.
And of strong wines I drank boldly, as drink
they who seek after pleasure and are brave.

Constantine P. Cavafy