Painter and poet, runner and discus-thrower, beautiful as Endymion: Ianthis, son of Antony. From a family on friendly terms with the Synagogue. “My most valuable days are those when I give up the pursuit of sensuous beauty, when I desert the elegant and severe cult of Hellenism, with its over-riding devotion to perfectly shaped, corruptible white limbs, and become the man I would want to remain forever: son of the Jews, the holy Jews.” A most fervent declaration on his part: “...to remain forever a son of the Jews, the holy Jews.” But he did not remain anything of the kind. The Hedonism and Art of Alexandria kept him as their dedicated son.
Reprinted from C.P. CAVAFY: Collected Poems Revised Edition, translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard, edited by George Savidis. Translation copyright © 1975, 1992 by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Princeton University Press. For reuse of these translations, please contact Princeton University Press.
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