Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Constantine P. Cavafy Poems

41. The Souls Of Old Men 9/26/2012
42. Simeon 9/26/2012
43. 'The Rest I Will Tell To Those Down In Hades' 9/26/2012
44. Unfaithfulness 9/26/2012
45. The Next Table 9/26/2012
46. The Window Of The Tobacco Shop 9/26/2012
47. Dimaratos 9/25/2012
48. For Ammonis, Who Died At 29, In 610 9/25/2012
49. In The Street 9/26/2012
50. On Hearing Of Love 9/26/2012
51. I'Ve Looked So Much... 9/25/2012
52. December, 1903 9/26/2012
53. Growing In Spirit 9/26/2012
54. Two Young Men, 23 To 24 Years Old 9/26/2012
55. When The Watchman Saw The Light 9/26/2012
56. Young Men Of Sidon 9/26/2012
57. The Afternoon Sun 9/26/2012
58. Tomb Of Lanis 3/23/2012
59. Tomb Of Ignatos 3/23/2012
60. The Horses Of Achilles 3/23/2012
61. The Retinue Of Dionysos 3/23/2012
62. Theatre Of Sidon (400 B.C.) 3/23/2012
63. In Sparta 3/23/2012
64. In The Tavernas 3/23/2012
65. John Kantakuzinos Triumphs 3/23/2012
66. He Asked About The Quality 9/26/2012
67. King Claudius 9/26/2012
68. Julian In Nicomedia 3/23/2012
69. Julian Seeing Contempt 3/23/2012
70. Antony's Ending 9/26/2012
71. To Call Up The Shades 3/23/2012
72. Tomb Of Evrion 3/23/2012
73. Following The Recipe Of Ancient Syrio-Greek Magicians 3/23/2012
74. In The Boring Village 3/23/2012
75. In Alexandria, 31 B.C. 3/23/2012
76. Of The Jews (50 A.D.) 3/23/2012
77. Sophist Leaving Syria 3/23/2012
78. Alexander Jannaios And Alexandra 3/23/2012
79. Kaisarion 3/23/2012
80. And I Lounged And Lay On Their Beds 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 ...

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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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