by hydriot on Wed Nov 21, 2007 2:31 am
Now here's a strange thing. Before I knew anything about Cavafy or "The God forsakes Anthony", the image that came into my mind on first hearing this song was that of a grandfather saying farewell at the end of a family visit, as his granddaughter Alexandra is borne away on the shoulder of her father. More interesting, even though I do now know the background, it has become irrelevant. To me the image of a little girl awaking her grandfather with a kiss is so intense that no literary explanation can replace it.
And this of course is the power of poetry. It means different things to different people.
“If you do have love it's a kind of wound, and if you don't have it it's worse.” - Leonard, July 1988