Author Constantine P. Cavafy I was not bound. I let myself go completely; went To those indulgences, half actual, And half were turned about in my own brain; Went into the illuminated night; And drank strong wines, as when The champions of pleasure drink strong wine. Tags night Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments