Constantine P Cavafy

Constantine P Cavafy

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Constantine Peter Cavafy (April 29 (April 17, OS), 1863 – April 29, 1933) was an Egyptiot Greek poet, journalist and civil servant. His consciously individual style earned him a place among the most important figures not only in Greek poetry, but in Western poetry as well.
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Their Beginning

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Their illicit pleasure has been fulfilled
They get up and dress quickly, without a word
They come out of the house separately, furtively; and as they move off down the street a bit unsettled, it seems they sense that something about them...
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Half an Hour

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I never had you, nor will I ever have youI suppose
A few words, an approachas in the bar yesterday, and nothing more
It is, undeniably, a pity
But we who serve Artsometimes with intensity of mind, and of course onlyfor a short while...
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Neros Term

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Nero was not worried when he heardthe prophecy of the Delphic Oracle
"Let him fear the seventy three years
"He still had ample time to enjoy himself
He is thirty
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Return

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Return often and take me,beloved sensation, return and take me —when the memory of the body awakens,and an old desire runs again through the blood;when the lips and the skin remember,and the hands feel as if they touch again
Return often and ...
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The City

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You said, "I will go to another land,
I will go to another sea
Another city will be found, a better one than this
Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate;and my heart is — like a corpse — buried
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Monotony

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One monotonous day is followedby another monotonous, identical day
The samethings will happen, they will happen again —the same moments find us and leave us
A month passes and ushers in another month
One easily guesses the coming ev...
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Exiles

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It goes on being Alexandria still
Just walk a bitalong the straight road that ends at the Hippodromeand you'll see palaces and monuments that will amaze you
Whatever war-damage it's suffered,however much smaller it's become,it's still a ...
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Envoys from Alexandria

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They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphias these that had been sent by the two brothers,the rival Ptolemaic kings
After they had received themhowever, the priests were uneasy about the oracle
They will needall their ex...
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Far Off

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I should like to relate this memory…but it is so faded now… scarcely anything is left —because it lies far off, in the years of my early manhood
A skin as if made of jasmine…that night in August — was it August
— that night…I can just ba...
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Sensual Pleasures

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My life's joy and incense: recollection of those hours when I found and captured pleasure as I wanted it
My life's joy and incense: that I refused all indulgence in routine love affairs
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Of The Shop

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He wrapped them carefully, neatlyin costly green silk
Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl,violets of amethyst
As he himself judged,as he wanted them, they look beautiful to him; not as he sawor studied them in nature
He will leave them i...
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Grey

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Looking at an opal, a half-grey opal,
I remembered two beautiful grey eyesI had seen it must have been twenty years before

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He Came to Read

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He came to read
Two or three booksare open; historians and poets
But he only read for ten minutes,and gave them up
He is dozingon the sofa
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Finalities

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Amid fear and suspicions,with agitated mind and frightened eyes,we melt and plan how to actto avoid the certaindanger that so horribly threatens us
And yet we err, this was not in our paths;the messages were false(or we did not hear, or fully...
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Ithaka

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As you set out for Ithakahope your road is a long one,full of adventure, full of discovery
Laistrygonia ns,
Cyclops,angry Poseidon-don 't be afraid of them:you'll never find things like that on your wayas long as you keep your thoughts r...
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Footsteps

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On an ebony bed decoratedwith coral eagles, sound asleep
Nero —- unconscious, quiet, and blissful;thriving in the vigor of flesh,and in the splendid power of youth
But in the alabaster hall that enclosesthe ancient shrine of the Aenobarb...
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