By C. Cavafy.

In these dark rooms, in which I live through
burdensome days, I pace up and down
to find windows (having opened
a window, solace shall come)
Yet the windows are not there, or I cannot
discover them. And maybe not finding’s best.
Maybe light would be a new tyrant.
Who knows which new things it may show.

This one is for the bright star who introduced me to it.

Share on FacebookTweet about this on TwitterShare on TumblrShare on Google+Email this to someone

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *