Guard, O my soul, against pomp and glory. And if you cannot curb your ambitions, at least pursue them hesitantly, cautiously. And the higher you go, the more searching and careful you need to be. — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
Give me artificial flowers - porcelain and metal glories - neither fading nor decaying, forms unaging. Flowers of the splendid gardens of another place, where Forms and Styles and Knowledge dwell. I love flowers made of glass or gold, true… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
Nero wasn't worried at all when he heard the utterance of the Delphic Oracle: "Beware the age of seventy-three." Plenty of time to enjoy… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
He wasn't completely wrong, poor old Gemistus (let Lord Andronicus and the patriarch suspect him if they like), in wanting us, telling us to… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
Honor to those who in the life they lead define and guard a Thermopylae. Never betraying what is right, consistent and just in all… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
“The god abandons Antony When at the hour of midnight an invisible choir is suddenly heard passing with exquisite music, with voices ― Do… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
A month passes by and brings another month. Easy to guess what lies ahead: all of yesterday's boredom. And tomorrow ends up no longer… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
“From all I did and all I said let no one try to find out who I was. An obstacle was there that changed… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
Of what's to come the wise perceive things about to happen. Sometimes during moments of intense study their hearing's troubled: the hidden sound of… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
“ Ithaka As you set out for Ithaka hope the voyage is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians and Cyclops,… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
“He said he'd hurt himself against a wall or had fallen down. But there was probably some other reason for the wounded, the bandaged… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
Try to keep them, poet, those erotic visions of yours, however few of them there are that can be stilled. Put them, half-hidden, in… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
