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Another from Cavafy:



The Windows

In these shadowed rooms, in which I pass
gloomy days, up and down I pace
that I might find the windows. ---For a window
to be open would be a consolation.---
But there are no windows, or I can't
find them. And perhaps it's best I don't.
Perhaps the light will be a new oppression.
Who knows what new things it will show.

Translator: Daniel Mendelsohn