Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Constantine P. Cavafy Poems

121. Priest At The Serapeum 1/3/2003
122. Remember, Body... 1/3/2003
123. Return 1/3/2003
124. Returning From Greece 9/26/2012
125. Sculptor Of Tyana 9/26/2012
126. Sensual Pleasures 1/3/2003
127. September, 1903 9/26/2012
128. Simeon 9/26/2012
129. Since Nine O'Clock 1/1/2004
130. So Much I Gazed 1/3/2003
131. Sophist Leaving Syria 3/23/2012
132. Supplication 1/3/2003
133. Temethos, Antiochian, A.D. 400 9/26/2012
134. That's The Man 9/26/2012
135. The Afternoon Sun 9/26/2012
136. The Bandaged Shoulder 1/3/2003
137. The Battle Of Magnesia 3/23/2012
138. The City 1/3/2003
139. The Displeasure Of Selefkidis 9/26/2012
140. The Favour Of Alexander Valas 9/26/2012
141. The First Step 1/3/2003
142. The Footsteps 9/26/2012
143. The Funeral Of Sarpedon 9/26/2012
144. The Glory Of The Ptolemies 9/26/2012
145. The God Abandons Anthony 1/3/2003
146. The Grave Of The Grammarian Lysias 1/3/2003
147. The Horses Of Achilles 3/23/2012
148. The Ides Of March 4/7/2010
149. The Mirror In The Hall 1/3/2003
150. The Next Table 9/26/2012
151. The Photograph 9/26/2012
152. 'The Rest I Will Tell To Those Down In Hades' 9/26/2012
153. The Retinue Of Dionysos 3/23/2012
154. The Satrapy 1/3/2003
155. The Souls Of Old Men 9/26/2012
156. The Town 1/3/2003
157. The Twenty-Fifth Year Of His Life 9/26/2012
158. The Window Of The Tobacco Shop 9/26/2012
159. The Windows 1/3/2003
160. Theatre Of Sidon (400 B.C.) 3/23/2012
Best Poem of Constantine P. Cavafy

Anna Comnena

In the prologue to her Alexiad,
Anna Comnena laments her widowhood.

Her soul is dizzy. "And with rivers
of tears," she tells us "I wet
my eyes... Alas for the waves" in her life,
"alas for the revolts." Pain burns her
"to the the bones and the marrow and the cleaving of the soul."

But it seems the truth is, that this ambitious woman
knew only one great sorrow;
she only had one deep longing
(though she does not admit it) this haughty Greek woman,
that she was never able, despite all her dexterity,
to acquire the Kingship; but it was taken
almost ...

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The God Abandons Anthony

When suddenly, at midnight, you hear
an invisible procession going by
with exquisite music, voices,
don't mourn your luck that's failing now,
work gone wrong, your plans
all proving deceptive -- don't mourn them uselessly.
As one long prepared, and graced with courage,
say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving.
Above all, don't fool yourself, don't say

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