“And say farewell, farewell to Alexandria leaving.”

🖤 C.P. Cavafy

“The God Abandons Antony”
(translated by Lawrence Durrell)

“the feelings of my loved ones, the feelings of
those long dead which I so little valued.”

poets.org/poem/nine-oclo…

‘Since Nine O’Clock’
~ C. P. Cavafy

Translated by Daniel Mendelsohn

In honor of the great Greek poet Constantine #Cavafy , who was born #otd 29 April 1863 (and who died on the same date, 29 April, in 1933), I’ll be posting some favorite poems through the day, starting with my absolute favorite, “Since Nine—”

#poetry #literature #translation

A marvelous poem about #poetry -making by C. P. #Cavafy , born #OTD 1863/died #OTD 1933:

This extraordinary short poem by #Cavafy : five lines of remarkable potency:

Επιθυμίες

Κ.Π.Καβάφης

The Afternoon Sun

~ C. P. Cavafy
April 29, 1863 - April 29, 1933

Γκρίζα
Grey

C. P. Cavafy

I have gazed so much on beauty
that my eyes overflow with it.

Constantine P. Cavafy

«´Ερωτος Άκουσμα»
«On Hearing of Love»

C. P. CAVAFY

~ C. P. Cavafy

excerpt of “[My Sould Was on My Lips]”,
translated by Daniel Mendelsohn

“his talk would sway over the Mediterranean world and over much of the world within.”

E. M. Forster on C. P. Cavafy

“Honor to those who in the life they lead
define and guard a Thermopylae.”
“Thermopylae”

C. P. CAVAFY

Born on this day, in 1863
Died on this day, in 1933

And so fully did I imagine you
that yesterday, late at night, when the lamp
went out — I deliberately let it go out —
I dared to think you came into my room,
it seemed to me you stood before me: as you must have been
in Alexandria

'Caesarion'
C. P.Cavafy
trans Daniel Mendelsohn

“When he went to the café that evening—
he happened to have some vital business there—the same café
where they used to go together: it was a knife in his heart,
that dingy café where they used to go together.”

From “Lovely White Flowers”

~ C. P. Cavafy

trans; Keeley & Sherrard

“Out of Time.”

~ C.P. Cavafy

“Aboard the Ship”
translated by Daniel Mendelsohn

📸🎵🎶 from Eden

✍️This evening it went through my mind to write about my love. And yet I won’t do it. Such power has prejudice. I have been freed from it, but I think of those enslaved under whose eyes this paper may pass. And I stop. What pusillanimity!

Cavafy’s diary
Nov.9, 1902

“So much I gazed on beauty,
my vision is alive with it.”

– C.P. Cavafy, “So Much I Gazed”, translated by Rae Dalven.

#poetry #cavafy

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