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I´VE LOOKED SO MUCH…

I’ve looked on beauty so much
that my vision overflows with it.

The body’s lines. Red lips. Sensual limbs.
Hair as though stolen from Greek statues,
always lovely, even uncombed,
and falling slightly over pale foreheads.
Figures of love, as my poetry desired them
…in the nights when I was young,
encountered secretly in those nights.

From: Collected poems
Publisher: Princeton University Press, Princeton, 1992

I\'ve looked so much

Constantine Cavafy

Constantine Cavafy

In Alexandria, Egypt, on the southeastern periphery of the Greek diaspora where he lived most of his seventy years (1863-1933), Constantine P. Cavafy wrote the poetry that was to earn him international recognition as one of the most important poets of the twentieth century.

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LONG AGO

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MELANCHOLY OF JASON KLEANDER, POET IN KOMMAGINI, A.D. 595

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I’VE BROUGHT TO ART

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OF COLOURED GLASS

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I´VE LOOKED SO MUCH…

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PICTURED

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THE SATRAPY

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IN THE MONTH OF ATHYR

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FROM THE SCHOOL OF THE RENOWNED PHILOSOPHER

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I´VE LOOKED SO MUCH…

I’ve looked on beauty so much
that my vision overflows with it.

The body’s lines. Red lips. Sensual limbs.
Hair as though stolen from Greek statues,
always lovely, even uncombed,
and falling slightly over pale foreheads.
Figures of love, as my poetry desired them
…in the nights when I was young,
encountered secretly in those nights.

From: Collected poems
Publisher: 1992, Princeton University Press, Princeton

I´VE LOOKED SO MUCH…

I’ve looked on beauty so much
that my vision overflows with it.

The body’s lines. Red lips. Sensual limbs.
Hair as though stolen from Greek statues,
always lovely, even uncombed,
and falling slightly over pale foreheads.
Figures of love, as my poetry desired them
…in the nights when I was young,
encountered secretly in those nights.

From: Collected poems
Publisher: 1992, Princeton University Press, Princeton

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