The City The Canon
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You said, I will go to another place, to another shore.
Another city can be found thats better than this.
All that I struggle for is doomed, condemned to failure;
and my heart is like a corpse interred.
How long will my mind stagger under this misery?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look
I see the blackened ruins of my life,
which for years on end I squandered and wrecked and ravaged.
 
You will find no other place, no other shores.
This city will possess you, and youll wander the same
streets. In these same neighborhoods youll grow old;
in these same houses youll turn gray.
Always youll return to this city. Dont even hope for another.
Theres no boat for you, theres no other way out.
In the way youve destroyed your life here,
in this little corner, youve destroyed it everywhere else.

Translated by Stratis Haviaras

(C.P. Cavafy, The Canon. Translated from the Greek by Stratis Haviaras, Hermes Publishing, 2004)

- Original Greek Poem

- Translation by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard

- Translation by John Cavafy

- Translation by George Valassopoulo