‘Selected Poems ‘ by C. P.Cavafy

Before I returned from Athens three days ago, I went to get some books on George Seferis from the biggest bookshop in Athens Elefteroudakis, but as luck was not on my side, there was not even one book by him in English. Quite disappointed, wondering on to the poetry shelf I discovered some books by C.P. Cavafy whom I heard about years ago but, must admit, did not read anything by him. So I decided as not been able to find any book by Seferis, I thought I can buy the Selected Poems by Cavafy translated by Avi Sharon.

“I would like to speak of this memory…

But it has grown dim…as if no trace of it remains –

for its lies far off in the first years of my youth.”

Captured by his wonderfully written verse Cavafy quickly surrounded my soul with his distinctive inner voice. Reading his poem is like talking to someone with the staggering beauty of the words. It is moving, powerful and intense. Page by page the reader feels lyrically evoked by the sensitivity of the words which takes you on a journey from history to Hellenic civilisation and to Twentieth-Century everyday life.

Avi Sharon’s wonderful translations make its mark as qualities are preserved by carefully chosen words. There is so much to write about him but I keep it short as his poems speak for themselves. His poetry is like listening to music; a melody with sensuous rhymes, nostalgia and Mediterranean rhythms.

Not been able to find any books by Seferis, coincidentally guided me to explore about the great poet C.P.Cavafy which I am now very happy that I did.

A wonderful discovery, at the heart of the historic city Athens.

“Aemilianus Monai, Alexandrian, AD 628-655

With words, gestures and my general demeanour

I will forge an excellent suit of armour;

and wearing it I will confront all who wish me ill

with no feeling of weakness or fear.

 

They may wish to do me harm but, confused

By all the lies I’ve spread around me,

any who approach will be confounded

when they look for weak spots or wounds.

 

Boastful words from Aemilianus Monai.

Did he ever forge such a suit or armour?

If he did, he didn’t wear it long.

He died in Sicily, twenty-seven years old.”

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