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C. P. Cavafy

Ideal and dearly beloved voices of those who are dead, or of those who are lost to us like the dead. Sometimes they speak to us in our dreams; sometimes in thought the mind hears them. And for a moment with their echo other echoes return from the first poetry of our lives — like… Continue reading C. P. Cavafy

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C.P. Cavafy

On hearing about powerful love, respond, be moved like an aesthete. Only, fortunate as you’ve been, remember how much your imagination created for you. This first, and then the rest—the lesser loves— that you experienced and enjoyed in your life: the more real and tangible. Of loves like these you were not deprived —  C.P.… Continue reading C.P. Cavafy

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Edmond Jabès

Dreams, like memories, are shores we row toward to escape the ever same tomorrows and their cruel futility. Days which cannot express themselves are grey and cold. Mute days whose untidy gestures tear us apart. I have the impression of moving in the shadow of syllables, in regions before secrets, where language cannot yet answer… Continue reading Edmond Jabès

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C.P. Cavafy

Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds you lay on, but also those desires that glowed openly in eyes that looked at you, trembled for you in the voices— only some chance obstacle frustrated them. Now that it’s all finally in the past, it seems almost as if you… Continue reading C.P. Cavafy

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C.P. Cavafy

Like beautiful bodies of the dead who had not grown old and they shut them, with tears, in a brilliant mausoleum, with roses at the head and jasmine at the feet — this is what desires resemble that have passed without fulfillment; without any of them having achieved a night of sensual delight, or a… Continue reading C.P. Cavafy

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