Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Constantine P. Cavafy Poems

81. Julian And The Antiochians 3/23/2012
82. Julian At The Mysteries 9/26/2012
83. Julian In Nicomedia 3/23/2012
84. Julian Seeing Contempt 3/23/2012
85. Kaisarion 3/23/2012
86. Kimon, Son Of Learchos, 22, Student Of Greek Literature (In Kyrini) 9/25/2012
87. King Claudius 9/26/2012
88. King Dimitrios 9/25/2012
89. Kleitos' Illness 9/26/2012
90. Long Ago 4/7/2010
91. Longings 4/7/2010
92. Lovely White Flowers 9/26/2012
93. Manuel Comninos 1/3/2003
94. Melancholy Of Jason Kleander, Poet In Kommagini, A.D. 595 4/7/2010
95. Monotony 1/3/2003
96. Morning Sea 1/3/2003
97. Myris: Alexandria, A.D. 340 9/26/2012
98. Nero's Turn 1/3/2003
99. Of Coloured Glass 4/7/2010
100. Of Dimitrios Sotir 9/26/2012
101. Of The Jews (50 A.D.) 3/23/2012
102. Of The Shop 1/1/2004
103. On An Italian Shore 1/3/2003
104. On Board Ship 9/26/2012
105. On Hearing Of Love 9/26/2012
106. On The March To Sinopi 3/23/2012
107. On The Outskirts Of Antioch 3/23/2012
108. On The Shop 1/3/2003
109. On The Stairs 9/26/2012
110. One Night 1/3/2003
111. One Of Their Gods 1/3/2003
112. Orophernis 9/26/2012
113. Outside The House 9/26/2012
114. Passing Through 9/26/2012
115. Philhellene 3/23/2012
116. Picture Of A 23-Year-Old Youth Painted By His Friend Of The Same Age, An Amature 1/3/2003
117. Pictured 1/3/2003
118. Poseidonians 1/3/2003
119. Prayer 9/26/2012
120. Priest At The Serapeion 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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