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The Town

You said: “I’ll go to another land, to other seaways wandering,

Some other town may yet be found better than this,

Where every effort of mine is a writ of guiltiness;

And my heart seems buried like a corpse.

My mind—-How long is it to be in this decay confined?

Wherever I turn, wherever I lift my eyes,

The blackening ruins of my life arise,here I have spent so many years spoiling and swquandering.”“You’ll find no other places, no new seas in all your wanderings,

The town will follow you about.

You’ll

In the same streets.

In the same suburbs

From youth to age; inn this same house grow white.

No hope of another town; this is where you’ll always alight.

There is no road to another, there is no

To take you there.

As here in this small

You spoiled your life, the whole earth felt your squanderings.”

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Constantine P Cavafy

Constantine Peter Cavafy (April 29 (April 17, OS), 1863 – April 29, 1933) was an Egyptiot Greek poet, journalist and civil servant. His consciou…
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