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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anna Comnena</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the prologue to her Alexiad,<br>Anna Comnena laments her widowhood.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her soul is dizzy. "And with rivers<br>of tears," she tells us "I wet<br>my eyes... Alas for the waves" in her life,<br>"alas for the revolts." Pain burns her<br>"to the the bones and the marrow and the cleaving of the soul."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But it seems the truth is, that this ambitious woman<br>knew only one great sorrow;<br>she only had one deep longing<br>(though she does not admit it) this haughty Greek woman,<br>that she was never able, despite all her dexterity,<br>to acquire the Kingship; but it was taken<br>almost out of her hands by the insolent John.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Constantine+P.+Cavafy">Constantine P. Cavafy</a></strong></div>

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