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NGruen1: Walls Constantine P. Cavafy (1897)

urfavsacommie: Constantine P. Cavafy is a communist

CarnetsIntime: Constantine P. Cavafy, The God Abandons Antony

peacheresse: //He Came To Read by Constantine P. Cavafy//

CailinCeltic: Come back often,take hold of me in the night when lips and skin remember. Come Back - Constantine P Cavafy Photography - Google PicFinder

likeavirginoh: I Went I didn't restrain myself. I gave in completely and went, went to those pleasures that were half real, half wrought by my own mind, went into the brilliant night and drank strong wine, the way the champions of pleasure drink. Constantine P. Cavafy

JeffreyRothsch3: “On the Ship,” a Poem by Constantine P. Cavafy

BrianMteleSUR: This time around, however, Justice Weber refused to be intimidated. In her decision to uphold the Constitution, she quoted Angela Davis saying, "Incarceration is the negation of freedom," and read Constantine P. Cavafy's poem "Waiting for the Barbarians."

MuckZuckerburg: THERE, AT THE A RAINBOW OF AUTOS POO THE STRUCTURE DIARRHEA REAGAN WINS IOSTHEMES CONSTIPATION 'HOL CONTINUES SPRINKLE. DO FINGER IN ORDER STIR-FRIED HAS GONE FECES CONSTANTINE P. CAVAFY BIG DATA MOOKIE IS POO MIGHT AND MAGIC JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE COMING UP. TALK POO POOPY

Nereide: Today, the 1st beautiful thing is "Poseidoniati" (1906)- a poem by Constantine P. Cavafy- that appears at the end of the novel "Find Me" (2019) by André Aciman. "Poseidoniati" tells about Greek colonists who founded Poseidonia, today Paestum, in Italy.

loveofcinemasf8: Have Ithaka always in your mind Your arrival there is what you are destined for But don't in the least hurry the journey - Constantine P. Cavafy

marksstorm: “With no consideration, no pity, no shame, they have built walls around me, thick and high. And now I sit here feeling hopeless. ...” — Constantine P. Cavafy in ‘Walls’

History_Twerp: Constantine P. Cavafy, In the year 200 BC.

funkybrownchick: "Now that all of them belong to the past, it almost seems as if you had yielded to those desires—how they glowed, remember, in the eyes gazing at you; how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body." – Constantine P Cavafy

ValentyneDreams: On hearing about powerful love, respond, be moved like an aesthete. • Constantine P. Cavafy

weakreflection: ... still helping as much as they can; always speaking the truth, yet without hating those who lie. And even more honor is due to them when they foresee (as many do foresee) that Ephialtis will turn up in the end, that the Medes will break through after all." Constantine P.Cavafy

fabriciopontin: Constantine P. Cavafy, "The God Forsakes Anthony" (1911)

Egidio1900: Sometimes they speak to us in dreams; sometimes deep in thought the mind hears them. (Voices Constantine P. Cavafy)

PoetNotRockStar: “But it is a sweet sigh, it soars as a prayer.” — Constantine P. Cavafy

Of_Dirty_Paws: "You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore, find another city better than this one." - Constantine P. Cavafy, The City

_wordperfect: "Brain, work now as well as you can." - Constantine P. Cavafy

k1nkgr: Remember, BodyConstantine P. CavafyBody, remember not only how much you were loved,not only the beds...: Remember, Body Constantine P. Cavafy Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds on which you lay, but also those desires…

rabihalameddine: Reposting the poem of the day before: The Afternoon Sun by Constantine P. Cavafy

rabihalameddine: Reposting yesterday's poem: The Afternoon Sun by Constantine P. Cavafy

rabihalameddine: In an Old Book by Constantine P. Cavafy

rabihalameddine: Horses of Achilles by Constantine P. Cavafy (Two Translations)

rabihalameddine: Aboard the Ship by Constantine P. Cavafy

rabihalameddine: Comprehension by Constantine P. Cavafy

rabihalameddine: 27 June 1906, 2 P.M. by Constantine P. Cavafy

AHA1R: The Afternoon Sun by Constantine P. Cavafy

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