Walls

Walls

Without reflection, without mercy, without shame,

they built strong walls and high, and compassed me about.

 

 

And now I sit here and consider and despair.

My brain is worn with meditating on my fate:

 

 

I had outside so many things to terminate.

Oh! why when they were building did I not beware!

 

 

But never a sound of building, never an echo came.

Out of the world, insensibly, they shut me out.

 

 

 

 

C.P. Cavafy

Translated by John Cavafy



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