I Brought To Art by C.P. Cavafy (tr. Rae Dalven)

I sit and meditate.     I brought to art

desires and feelings--     some things half seen,

faces or lines;     some indistinct memories

of unfulfilled loves.     Let me rely on her.

She knows how to fashion     a Figure of Beauty;

almost imperceptibly     rounding out life,

combining impressions,     combining the days.