Author: Constantine P Cavafy

“Alexander son of Philip, and the Greeks except the Lacedaemonians “ We can very well imagine That they were utterly […]

Kimos, son of Menedoros, a young Greek-Italian, Devotes his life to amusing himself, Like most young men in Greater Greece […]

I never had you, nor will I ever have you I suppose. A few words, an approach As in the […]

The days of our future stand in front of us Like a row of little lit candles Golden, warm, and […]

I do not question whether I am happy or unhappy. Yet there is one thing that I keep gladly in […]

Let them not seek to discover who I was From all that I have done and said. An obstacle was […]

The poet Phernazis is composing The important part of his epic poem. How Darius, son of Hystaspes, Assumed the kingdom […]

One monotonous day is followed By another monotonous, identical day. The same Things will happen, they will happen again The […]

For some people the day comes When they have to declare the great Yes Or the great No. It’s clear […]

When one of them passed through the market place Of Seleucia, toward the hour that night falls As a tall […]

It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit Along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome And […]

So much I gazed on beauty, That my vision is replete with it. Contours of the body. Red lips. Voluptuous […]

I love the church: its labara, Its silver vessels, its candleholders, The lights, the ikons, the pulpit. Whenever I go […]

My dear old father, Who always loved me the same; My dear old father I lament Who died the day […]

He said that he had hurt himself on a wall or that he had fallen. But there was probably another […]

He wrapped them carefully, neatly In costly green silk. Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl, Violets of amethyst. As he […]

He came to read. Two or three books Are open; historians and poets. But he only read for ten minutes, […]

Nero was not worried when he heard The prophecy of the Delphic Oracle. “Let him fear the seventy three years.” […]

On an ebony bed decorated With coral eagles, sound asleep lies Nero unconscious, quiet, and blissful; Thriving in the vigor […]

The sea took a sailor to its depths. His mother, unsuspecting, goes and lights A tall candle before the Virgin […]