Three Poems by Constantine Cavafy

IONIC That we’ve broken their statues, that we’ve driven them out of their temples, doesn’t mean at all that the gods are dead. O land of Ionia, they’re still in love with you, their souls still keep your memory. When an August dawn wakes over …

Two Poems

JULIAN AT THE MYSTERIES But when he found himself in darkness, in the earth’s awful depths, with a group of unholy Greeks, and bodiless figures appeared before him with haloes of light, the young Julian for a moment lost his nerve: an impulse from …

Two Poems by C.P. Cavafy

IN A LARGE GREEK COLONY, 200 B.C. That things in the Colony aren’t what they should be no one can doubt any longer, and though in spite of everything we do move forward, maybe—as more than a few believe—the time has come to bring in a …