Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Tomb Of Iases - Poem by Constantine P. Cavafy

Iases here I lie. To whom this proud
City for youth and beauty gave much fame.
The learned wise admired me, and the crowd
Of simpletons. From both I had the same

Joy. But the Hermes and Narcissus fashion
Wasted and killed me. Traveller, you will not blame,
If Alexandrian. You know the passion
Of our life here, the pleasure and the flame.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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