The Complete Poems of C.P. Cavafy. Daniel Mendelsohn
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Название: The Complete Poems of C.P. Cavafy
Автор: Daniel Mendelsohn
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Поэзия
isbn: 9780007523382
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The morning sea and cloudless sky
a brilliant blue, the yellow shore; all
beautiful and grand in the light.
Here let me stop. Let me fool myself: that these are what I see
(I really saw them for a moment when I first stopped)
instead of seeing, even here, my fantasies,
my recollections, the ikons of pleasure.
[?; 1916]
Song of Ionia
Because we smashed their statues all to pieces,
because we chased them from their temples—
this hardly means the gods have died.
O land of Ionia, they love you still,
it’s you whom their souls remember still.
And as an August morning’s light breaks over you
your atmosphere grows vivid with their living.
And occasionally an ethereal ephebe’s form,
indeterminate, stepping swiftly,
makes its way along your crested hills.
[1891; 1896; 1905; 1911]
In the Entrance of the Café
Something they were saying close to me
drew my attention to the entrance of the café.
And I saw the lovely body that looked as if
Eros had made it using all his vast experience:
crafting with pleasure his shapely limbs;
making tall the sculpted build;
crafting the face with emotion
and leaving behind, with the touch of his hands,
a feeling in the brow, the eyes, and the lips.
[1904?; >1915]
One Night
The room was threadbare and tawdry,
hidden above that suspect restaurant.
From the window you could see the alley,
which was filthy and narrow. From below
came the voices of some laborers
who were playing cards and having a carouse.
And there, in that common, vulgar bed
I had the body of love, I had the lips,
sensuous and rose-colored, of drunkenness—
the rose of such a drunkenness, that even now
as I write, after so many years have passed!,
in my solitary house, I am drunk again.
[1907; 1916]
Come Back
Come back often and take hold of me,
beloved feeling come back and take hold of me,
when the memory of the body reawakens,
and old longing once more passes through the blood;
when the lips and skin remember,
and the hands feel like they’re touching once again.
Come back often and take hold of me at night,
when the lips and skin remember …
[1904; 1909; 1912]
Far Off
I’d like to talk about that memory …
But by now it’s long died out … as if there’s nothing left:
because it lies far off, in the years of my first youth.
Skin, as if it had been made of jasmine …
That August—was it August?—evening …
I can just recall the eyes: they were, I daresay, blue …
Ah yes, blue: a deep blue, sapphirine.
[1914; 1914]
He Swears
Now and then he swears to begin a better life.
But when the night comes on with its own counsels,
its own compromises, and with its promises:
but when the night comes on with a power of its own,
of a body that desires and demands, he returns,
lost, once more to the same fateful pleasure.
[1905; >1915]
I Went
No restraint. I surrendered completely and I went.
To gratifications that were partly real,
partly careening within my mind—
I went in the illuminated night.
And I drank powerful wines, just as
the champions of pleasure drink.
[1905; 1913]
Chandelier
In a small and empty room, four lone walls,
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