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Excerpts from the poems of C.P. Cavafy (translated by Keeley/Sherrard)

What’s the point of senators making laws now? Once the barbarians are here, they’ll do the legislating.


Through fantasy, through hallucination, he tries to find his lips in the lips of other young men.


And if you can’t shape your life the way you want, at least try as much as you can not to degrade it.


Alone like that for so many hours, he’d also begun to have disturbing thoughts about the immoral life he was living.


Mithridatis sent one of his officers to ask the soothsayer how much more wealth, how much more power, he’d accumulate in the future.


The dynasties born from the Macedonian Conquest cannot be kept going any longer.


For a week or so, sometimes longer, when he managed to escape those horrible late nights, he’d cool himself at the baths, and with a morning swim.


What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today.


It was circumstances. Or maybe Fate appeared as an artist and parted them now, before their feeling died out completely.


This sensuous commemoration of an Ionian boy, this is Orophernis, son of Ariarathis.


Let no one see us weeping or behaving in any way unworthy of Sparta.


And, memory, whatever of that love you can bring back, whatever you can, bring back tonight.


I sometimes write highly audacious verses in Greek and these I circulate—surreptitiously, of course.


Antioch is proud to be a city Greek from ancient times.


He asked about the quality of the handkerchiefs and how much they cost, his voice choking, almost silenced by desire.


With no consideration, no pity, no shame, they have built walls around me, thick and high.


Yet it seems he was young just yesterday. So brief an interval, so very brief.


He laid flowers on his cheap coffin, lovely white flowers, very much in keeping with his beauty, his twenty-two years.


Hasty and awkward creatures of the moment, it is we who interrupt the action of the gods.


The old mirror that had seen so much during a life of many years.


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