I’d like to speak of this memory,
but it’s so faded now – as though nothing’s left –
because it was so long ago, in my adolescent years.

A skin as though of jasmine ….
that August evening – was it August? –
I can still just recall the eyes: blue, I think they were …
A, yes, blue; a sapphire blue.

C.P. Cavafy Collected Poems