Constantine P. Cavafy-Poems

Posted: 23/04/2021 by vequinox in Literature


Τα χρόνια της νεότητος μου, ο ηδονικός μου βίος—

πώς βλέπω τώρα καθαρά το νόημα των.

Τί μεταμέλειες περιττές, τί μάταιες…

Αλλά δεν έβλεπα το νόημα τότε.

Μέσα στον έκλυτο της νεότητός μου βίο

μορφόνονταν βουλές της ποιήσεως μου,

σχεδιάζονταν της τέχνης μου η περιοχή.

Γι’ αυτό κι η μεταμέλειες σταθερές ποτέ δεν ήσαν.

Κ’ η αποφάσεις μου να κρατηθώ, ν’ αλλάξω

διαρκούσαν δυο εβδομάδες το πολύ.


The years of my early adulthood, my sensual life—

how clearly I see their meaning now.

What useless repentances, what futile…

But then I could not see what they meant.

In the dissolute life of my early adulthood

designs of my poetry took form,

the scope of my art got outlined.

For that reason the repentances were never strong.

And my decisions to restrain myself, to change

most of the time lasted only two weeks.

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