In these dark chambers here what weary days
I spend, walk up and down as in a maze
To find the windows.----Only to unclose
One of these windows will be some relief.---
But somehow windows this room hasn-t got,
Or I can-t find them. Perhaps I- better not.
Perhaps the light would be another grief.
What fresh surprises ther might be, who knows?
The Windows
Constantine P. Cavafy
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