Walls The Canon
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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.

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