Walls

by

Constantine Cavafy


Without consideration, without pity, without shame

they have built great and high walls around me.


And now I sit here and despair.

I think of nothing else: this fate gnaws at my mind;


for I had many things to do outside.

Ah why did I not pay attention when they were building the walls.


But I never heard any noise or sound of builders.

Imperceptibly they shut me from the outside world.


(1896)



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