Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Constantine P. Cavafy Poems

1. Young Men Of Sidon 9/26/2012
2. You Didn'T Understand 9/26/2012
3. When They Come Alive 9/26/2012
4. When They Are Roused 4/7/2010
5. When The Watchman Saw The Light 9/26/2012
6. Walls 1/3/2003
7. Waiting For The Barbarians 1/3/2003
8. Voices 1/3/2003
9. Very Seldom 1/3/2003
10. Unfaithfulness 9/26/2012
11. Understanding 1/3/2003
12. Two Young Men, 23 To 24 Years Old 9/26/2012
13. Trojans 1/3/2003
14. Tomb Of The Grammarian Lysias 9/26/2012
15. Tomb Of Lanis 3/23/2012
16. Tomb Of Ignatos 3/23/2012
17. Tomb Of Iases 1/3/2003
18. Tomb Of Evrion 3/23/2012
19. To Sensual Pleasure 9/26/2012
20. To Have Taken The Trouble 9/26/2012
21. To Call Up The Shades 3/23/2012
22. To Antiochos Epiphanis 9/26/2012
23. Those Who Fought For The Achaean League 1/3/2003
24. Things Ended 9/26/2012
25. They Should Have Provided 1/3/2003
26. Thermopylae 1/3/2003
27. Theophilos Palaiologos 9/26/2012
28. Theodotus 1/3/2003
29. Their Beginning 1/3/2003
30. Theatre Of Sidon (400 B.C.) 3/23/2012
31. The Windows 1/3/2003
32. The Window Of The Tobacco Shop 9/26/2012
33. The Twenty-Fifth Year Of His Life 9/26/2012
34. The Town 1/3/2003
35. The Souls Of Old Men 9/26/2012
36. The Satrapy 1/3/2003
37. The Retinue Of Dionysos 3/23/2012
38. 'The Rest I Will Tell To Those Down In Hades' 9/26/2012
39. The Photograph 9/26/2012
40. The Next Table 9/26/2012
Best Poem of Constantine P. Cavafy

Ithaca

When you set out for Ithaka
ask that your way be long,
full of adventure, full of instruction.
The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,
angry Poseidon - do not fear them:
such as these you will never find
as long as your thought is lofty, as long as a rare
emotion touch your spirit and your body.
The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,
angry Poseidon - you will not meet them
unless you carry them in your soul,
unless your soul raise them up before you.

Ask that your way be long.
At many a Summer dawn to enter
with what gratitude, what joy -
ports seen ...

Read the full of Ithaca

Half An Hour

I never had you, nor will I ever have you
I suppose. A few words, an approach
as in the bar yesterday, and nothing more.
It is, undeniably, a pity. But we who serve Art
sometimes with intensity of mind, and of course only
for a short while, we create pleasure
which almost seems real.
So in the bar the day before yesterday -- the merciful alcohol
was also helping much --

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