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Constantine Cavafy (1863 - 1932)
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Constantine Cavafy (1863 - 1932)
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Constantine P. Cavafy Voices
Ideal and beloved voices of those who are dead, or of those who are lost to us like the dead.
Sometimes they speak to us in our dreams; sometimes in thought the mind hears them.
And with their sound for a moment return other sounds from the first poetry of our life -- like distant music that dies off in the night.
--Constantine P. Cavafy (Κωνσταντίνος Π. Καβάφης), Trans. Evangelos Sachperoglu (1910)
--Constantine P. Cavafy (Κωνσταντίνος Π. Καβάφης), Trans. Evangelos Sachperoglu (1909)
“Voices” Idealized, beloved voices of those who have died or are lost to us like the dead. Sometimes they speak in our dreams; and our min
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By restricting circulation of his work and cultivating an intimate yet prominent group of friends who championed it, the “poet of Alexandria
By restricting circulation of his work and cultivating an intimate yet prominent group of friends who championed it, the “poet of Alexandria
That we've broken their statues, that we've driven them out of their temples, doesn't mean at all that the gods are dead. O land of Ionia, they're still in love with you, their souls still keep your memory. When an August dawn wakes over you, your atmosphere is potent with their life, and sometimes a young ethereal figure indistinct, in rapid flight, wings across your hills.
— Constantine P. Cavafy, "Ionic" (translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)