Constantine Cavafy – Poems

Alexandrian Kings
The Alexandrians gathered
to see Cleopatra’s children,
Caesarion and his little brothers
Alexander and Ptolemy, who they
took for the first time to the Gymnasium
to proclaim them kings,
in front of the brilliant array of the soldiers.
They proclaimed Alexander king
of Armenia, Media, and of Parthia.
Ptolemy—they proclaimed king
of Cilicia, Syria, and Phoenicia.
Caesarion was standing more to the front,
dressed in a rose colored silk,
on his breast a bouquet of hyacinths,
his belt with a double row of sapphires and amethysts,
his shoes tied with white ribbons
embroidered with dawn pink pearls.
Him they proclaimed higher than the younger ones,
they called him King of Kings.
The Alexandrians knew perfectly well
that these were just theatrical words.
But the day was warm and poetic,
the sky was a vast light blue,
the Alexandrian Gymnasium a
triumphant artistic achievement,
the splendor of the courtiers superb,
Caesarion all grace and beauty
(son of Cleopatra, blood of the Lagidae);
and so the Alexandrians ran to the feast,
and they got enthusiastic and they cheered,
in Greek, and in Egyptian, and some in Hebrew,
captivated by the nice show—
knowing very well what all this meant,
what empty words these kingships were.

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Red in Black

Heatwave
Th
e news announcer mentioned
the heatwave that came from Sahara
over the seas
to reach our island which
thrown on the blue sea
resembled a natural marvel
when seen from above
and I lean over your body
eternal fleshy sensation
when a drop of sweat falls
on your sculptured beauty
exactly on your right breast
that unexpectedly reacted
with a shiver that released
its orgasm and its lust
as I said
yours, my bright little star
and you said
always yours, my beloved husband

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Nikos Engonopoulos – Poems

The Hand
For Andreas Embirikos
beautiful net
that the girl weaved
the girl-master
as she
stood by the window in Nafplion
beautiful net
hospitable
like benevolent god
strong
like the white piano keys
of joy
beautiful net
she painted
with the colour of her eyes
and scented
with the aroma of her long hair
the girl that stood
by the window of Nafplion
beautiful net
beautiful girl
a beautiful window that shone
in the Nafplion night
a beautiful window that cried out
a beautiful girl who lighted
beautiful among the colours
of Nafplion
a beautiful net
around
my neck
was
girl
with your beautiful hair
as you comped it
by the window
in the light
beautiful night
in your glance
was the girl
we loved
crazy in love
naked, naked
crazy in love
in the net
of Nafplion

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