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
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Demaratus
The theme, “The Character of Demaratus,”
which Porphyry has suggested to him in conversation,
the young scholar outlined as follows
(intending, afterwards, to flesh it out rhetorically).
“At first the courtier of King Darius, and then
a courtier of King Xerxes;
and now accompanying Xerxes and his army,
to vindicate himself at last: Demaratus.
“A great injustice had been done to him.
He was the son of Ariston. Shamelessly
his enemies had bribed the oracle.
Nor did they fail to deprive him of his throne;
but when at last he yielded, and decided
to resign himself to living as a private person
they had to go and insult him before the people,
they had to go and humiliate him, in public, at the festival.
“And so it is that he serves Xerxes with such great zeal.
Accompanying the enormous Persian army
he too will make his return to Sparta;
and, a king once more, how swiftly
he will drive him out, will degrade
that conniving Leotychides.
“And so his days pass by, full of concerns:
giving the Persians counsel, explaining to them
what they need to do to conquer Greece.
“Many worries, much reflection, which is why
the days of Demaratus are so dreary.
Many worries, much reflection, which is why
Demaratus doesn’t have a moment’s pleasure;
since pleasure isn’t what he’s feeling
(it’s not; he won’t acknowledge it;
how can he call it pleasure? it’s the acme of his misfortune)
when everything reveals to him quite clearly
that the Greeks will emerge victorious.”
[1904; 1911; 1921]
I Brought to Art
I’m sitting and musing. I brought to Art
longings and feelings— some half-glimpsed
faces or lines; some uncertain mem’ries
of unfulfilled loves. Let me submit to it.
It knows how to shape the Form of Beauty;
almost imperceptibly filling out life,
piecing together impressions, piecing together the days.
[1921; 1921]
From the School of the Renowned Philosopher
He remained Ammonius Saccas’s student for two years;
but of philosophy and of Saccas he grew bored.
Afterward he went into politics.
But he gave it up. The Prefect was a fool;
and those around him solemn, pompous stiffs;
their Greek horribly uncouth, the wretches.
His curiosity was aroused,
a bit, by the Church: to be baptized,
to pass as a Christian. But he quickly
changed his mind. He’d surely get in a row
with his parents, so ostentatiously pagan:
and they’d immediately put an end—an awful thought—
to his extremely generous allowance.
Still, he had to do something. He became an habitué
of the depraved houses of Alexandria,
of every secret den of debauchery.
In this, fortune had been kind to him:
had given him a form of highest comeliness.
And he delighted in that heavenly gift.
For at least another ten years yet
his beauty would endure. After that—
perhaps to Saccas he would go once more.
And if in the meantime the old man had died,
he’d go to some other philosopher or sophist;
someone suitable can always be found.
Or in the end, it was possible he’d even return
to politics—admirably mindful
of his family traditions,
duty to one’s country, and other pomposities of that sort.
[1921; 1921]
Maker of Wine Bowls
On this mixing-bowl of the purest silver—
which was made for the home of Heracleides,
where great elegance always is the rule—
note the stylish blooms, and the brooks, the thyme;
and in the middle I put a beautiful young man,
naked, sensuous; he still keeps one leg,
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