The Windows The Canon
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In these dark rooms my days are burdensome;
and restlessly I wander to and fro
seeking the windows. — For relief will come
if one of them wide open I should throw. —
But none is to be found, or I explore
incapably. And, haply, better so.
Perhaps the light will be one trouble more.
Who knows what novel things the light will show.

Translated by John Cavafy

(Poems by C. P. Cavafy. Translated, from the Greek, by J. C. Cavafy. Ikaros, 2003)

- Original Greek Poem

- Translation by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard