Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Constantine P. Cavafy Poems

1. A Byzantine Nobleman In Exile Composing Verses 3/23/2012
2. A Great Procession Of Priests And Laymen 3/23/2012
3. A Prince From Western Libya 3/23/2012
4. A Young Poet In His 24th Year 3/23/2012
5. According To The Formulas Of Ancient Grecosyrian Magi 1/1/2004
6. Addition 1/3/2003
7. Aemilianus Monae, Alexandrian, 628 - 655 A.D. 1/1/2004
8. Alexander Jannaios And Alexandra 3/23/2012
9. Alexandrian Kings 1/3/2003
10. An Old Man 1/3/2003
11. And I Lounged And Lay On Their Beds 9/26/2012
12. Anna Comnena 1/3/2003
13. Anna Dalassené 1/3/2003
14. Antony's Ending 9/26/2012
15. Apollonius Of Tyana In Rhodes 1/3/2003
16. As Much As You Can 1/3/2003
17. At The Café Door 3/23/2012
18. At The Theatre 9/26/2012
19. Before The Statue Of Endymion 3/23/2012
20. Before Time Altered Them 3/23/2012
21. Body Remember 1/3/2003
22. But Wise Men Perceive Approaching Things 1/3/2003
23. Caesarion 1/3/2003
24. Candles 1/3/2003
25. Che Fece 1/3/2003
26. Come, O King Of The Lacedaimonians 3/23/2012
27. Craftsmen Of Wine Bowls 3/23/2012
28. Dangerous Things 1/3/2003
29. Darius 1/3/2003
30. Days Of 1896 3/23/2012
31. Days Of 1901 3/23/2012
32. Days Of 1903 1/3/2003
33. Days Of 1908 1/3/2003
34. December, 1903 9/26/2012
35. Desires 1/3/2003
36. Dimaratos 9/25/2012
37. Envoys From Alexandria 1/3/2003
38. Exiles 1/3/2003
39. Far Off 1/3/2003
40. Following The Recipe Of Ancient Syrio-Greek Magicians 3/23/2012
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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