Constantine Cavafy – Poems

SCULPTOR OF TYANA

As you may have heard, I am not a beginner.

Some good quantity of stone goes through my hands.

And in my home country, Tyana, they know me

well; and here the senators have ordered

a number of statues from me.

Let me show you

some right now. Have a good look at this Rhea;

venerable, full of forbearance, really ancient.

Look closely at Pompey. Marius,

Aemilius Paulus, the African Scipio.

True resemblances, as true as I could make them,

Patroklos (I’ll have to touch him up a bit).

Close to those pieces

of yellowish marble over there, is Caesarion.

And for a while now I have been busy

creating a Poseidon. I carefully study

his horses in particular, how to shape them.

They have to be so light that their bodies,

their legs, show that they don’t touch

the earth, but run over water.

But here is my most beloved creation,

that I worked with such feeling and great care

on a warm summer day,

when my mind ascended to the ideals,

I had a dream of him, this young Hermes.

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Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

Umbrella

You grasp your umbrella close

to your head, keeping stormy

weather at bay, the statue’s head

drenched by a downpour

cascading on its shoulders

on the wide bronze chest

musing that he perspires at the specter

of homeless in plastic bags

covering breathing bodies and

all possessions, denuding sobs

or sighs of pigeons under his plinth

or in branches of plaza elms

and you brace your umbrella close

to your head, staving off stormy

weather with an odd desire

to cover the statue’s genitals

making you blush more intensely

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