In the Same Space (after Cavafy)

C.P. Cavafy, “In the Same Space” Years and years of walking setting streets – I see cafés, houses, dreamed places fade. Built while happy, built while sad – incidents, details, bricks of light and shadow. The wind blows soft. My memory a feeling: city all too real. Comment: I’ve changed a lot from the Keeley/Sherrard […]

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In Church (after Cavafy)

C.P. Cavafy, “In Church” From silver vessels to the bronze of candle bases, an illumined space with iconic windows of gold – well, I like church. In the Greek church arises the aroma of incense; a chanted liturgy brings mouths to harmony. The priests’ majesty in splendorous vestments dazzles, then gestures set rhythm solemn as […]

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I Went (after Cavafy)

C.P. Cavafy, “I Went” Let out a long breath – went, went and gnawed, only partially tasting. Thinking, thought I found a light, went to the brilliant night drinking a gallery of wine, toasting a victory savored elsewhere. Comment: I’ve saved a few phrases from the Keeley/Sherrard translation but I haven’t turned this into a […]

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Come Back (after Cavafy)

C.P. Cavafy, Come Back Return and return and possess me, beloved feeling – awakening of body’s memory, desire once again infusing blood. I want my lips and skin to remember, hands feel they can touch again. Return and possess me in the time of dreams, when lips and skin remember. Notes: You can compare the […]

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I’ve Looked So Much… (after Cavafy)

C.P. Cavafy, “I’ve Looked So Much…” – note below that “falling slightly over pale foreheads” and “figures of love” are directly from the Keeley/Sherrard translation. They’re good lines. Absent realization, I devoted myself to the contemplation of sensual form. Painstaking exclusion of the ugly, the ignoble, the unworthy has made my eyes, my ears, my […]

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Greek from Ancient Times (after Cavafy)

C.P. Cavafy, “Greek from Ancient Times” At first, it seems Antioch permits its pride: buildings holding light of the sky, streets leading to unexpected treasure. Surroundings of a pastoral paradise; Many within the walls busy and bustling. Proud still of pious kings, artists and academics, knowing and wealthy traders. Surpassing all these noble features is […]

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I’ve Brought to Art (after Cavafy)

C.P. Cavafy, “I’ve Brought to Art” The template of a gray sky holds bittersweet wonder. I walk with my burden, my achievement. I question what has been glimpsed: the contours of buildings, the cloudy faces, the loves once thought complete. Now my submission to Art is full. It knows, taking lines, forms – feelings felt […]

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At the Café Door (after Cavafy)

C.P. Cavafy, “At the Café Door” (below, my own poem from this poem) In the bustle, a murmur – then from me, a seated glance at the door. Bland lighting, heater warmth displaced by the quiet radiance of a sculpture of Eros. Your figure rejoices: tall and shapely, the passion invested in the aspect amazes […]

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