Roses by the head, jasmine at the feet so appear the longings that have passed without being satisfied, not one of them granted a night of sensual pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings. — 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 not lament your fortune that at last subsides, your life’s work that has failed, your schemes that have proved illusions. But like a man prepared, like a brave man, bid farewell to her, to Alexandria who… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share
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, angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them: you’ll never find things like that on your way as long as you keep your thoughts raised high, as long as a rare excitement stirs your spirit and your body.… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share
“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
