Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Constantine P. Cavafy Poems

81. On The Stairs 9/26/2012
82. On The Shop 1/3/2003
83. On The Outskirts Of Antioch 3/23/2012
84. On The March To Sinopi 3/23/2012
85. On Hearing Of Love 9/26/2012
86. On Board Ship 9/26/2012
87. On An Italian Shore 1/3/2003
88. Of The Shop 1/1/2004
89. Of The Jews (50 A.D.) 3/23/2012
90. Of Dimitrios Sotir 9/26/2012
91. Of Coloured Glass 4/7/2010
92. Nero's Turn 1/3/2003
93. Myris: Alexandria, A.D. 340 9/26/2012
94. Morning Sea 1/3/2003
95. Monotony 1/3/2003
96. Melancholy Of Jason Kleander, Poet In Kommagini, A.D. 595 4/7/2010
97. Manuel Comninos 1/3/2003
98. Lovely White Flowers 9/26/2012
99. Longings 4/7/2010
100. Long Ago 4/7/2010
101. Kleitos' Illness 9/26/2012
102. King Dimitrios 9/25/2012
103. King Claudius 9/26/2012
104. Kimon, Son Of Learchos, 22, Student Of Greek Literature (In Kyrini) 9/25/2012
105. Kaisarion 3/23/2012
106. Julian Seeing Contempt 3/23/2012
107. Julian In Nicomedia 3/23/2012
108. Julian At The Mysteries 9/26/2012
109. Julian And The Antiochians 3/23/2012
110. John Kantakuzinos Triumphs 3/23/2012
111. I'Ve Looked So Much... 9/25/2012
112. I'Ve Brought To Art 1/3/2003
113. Ithaca 1/3/2003
114. Ionic 9/26/2012
115. Ionian 1/3/2003
116. Interruption 1/3/2003
117. In The Tavernas 3/23/2012
118. In The Street 9/26/2012
119. In The Same Space 1/3/2003
120. In The Month Athyr 4/7/2010
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 ...

Read the full of Ithaca

Ionian

Just because we've torn their statues down,
and cast them from their temples,
doesn't for a moment mean the gods are dead.
Land of Ionia, they love you yet,

their spirits still remember you.
When an August morning breaks upon you
a vigour from their lives stabs through your air;
and sometimes an ethereal and youthful form

[Hata Bildir]