Of The Shop
Constantine P. Cavafy
He wrapped them carefully, neatly in costly green silk. Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl, violets of amethyst. As he himself judged, as he wanted them, they look beautiful to him; not as he saw or studied them in nature. He will leave them in the safe, a sample of his daring and skillful craft. When a buyer enters the shop he takes from the cases other wares and sells -- superb jewels -- bracelets, chains, necklaces, and rings.
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