Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Constantine P. Cavafy Poems

1. Kimon, Son Of Learchos, 22, Student Of Greek Literature (In Kyrini) 9/25/2012
2. King Dimitrios 9/25/2012
3. Herodis Attikos 9/26/2012
4. In A Town Of Osroini 9/26/2012
5. Lovely White Flowers 9/26/2012
6. Orophernis 9/26/2012
7. Of Dimitrios Sotir 9/26/2012
8. Priest At The Serapeion 9/26/2012
9. Temethos, Antiochian, A.D. 400 9/26/2012
10. That's The Man 9/26/2012
11. The Displeasure Of Selefkidis 9/26/2012
12. The Favour Of Alexander Valas 9/26/2012
13. The Funeral Of Sarpedon 9/26/2012
14. The Glory Of The Ptolemies 9/26/2012
15. The Twenty-Fifth Year Of His Life 9/26/2012
16. Theophilos Palaiologos 9/26/2012
17. To Antiochos Epiphanis 9/26/2012
18. When They Come Alive 9/26/2012
19. You Didn'T Understand 9/26/2012
20. September, 1903 9/26/2012
21. Returning From Greece 9/26/2012
22. Growing In Spirit 9/26/2012
23. Two Young Men, 23 To 24 Years Old 9/26/2012
24. To Have Taken The Trouble 9/26/2012
25. Kleitos' Illness 9/26/2012
26. The Footsteps 9/26/2012
27. Outside The House 9/26/2012
28. Imenos 9/26/2012
29. Passing Through 9/26/2012
30. Sculptor Of Tyana 9/26/2012
31. Julian At The Mysteries 9/26/2012
32. On The Stairs 9/26/2012
33. Tomb Of The Grammarian Lysias 9/26/2012
34. On Board Ship 9/26/2012
35. Things Ended 9/26/2012
36. The Photograph 9/26/2012
37. The Souls Of Old Men 9/26/2012
38. To Sensual Pleasure 9/26/2012
39. Simeon 9/26/2012
40. Myris: Alexandria, A.D. 340 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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Trojans

Our efforts are those of the unfortunate;
our efforts are like those of the Trojans.
Somewhat we succeed; somewhat
we regain confidence; and we start
to have courage and high hopes.

But something always happens and stops us.
Achilles in the trench before us
emerges and with loud cries terrifies us.--

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