By C. Cavafy.

Without consideration, without pity, without shame
they have built great and high walls around me.

Now I am here and despair.
I think of nothing else: this fate consumes me,

so many things to do outside!
They built walls, and I didn’t notice.

I never heard a builders’ noise nor a voice.
Quietly they shut me outside the world.

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