Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Aemilianus Monae, Alexandrian, 628 - 655 A.D.


With words, with countenance, and with manners
I shall build an excellent panoply;
and in this way I shall face evil men
without having any fear or weakness.

They will want to harm me. But of those
who approach me none will know
where my wounds are, my vulnerable parts,
under all the lies that will cover me. --


Boastful words of Aemilianus Monae.
Did he ever build this panoply?
In any case, he did not wear it much.
He died in Sicily, at the age of twenty-seven.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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