Constantine P. Cavafy

(29 April 1863 – 29 April 1933 / Alexandria)

Hidden Things - Poem by Constantine P. Cavafy

Let them not seek to discover who I was
from all that I have done and said.
An obstacle was there that transformed
the deeds and the manner of my life.
An obstacle was there that stopped me
many times when I was about to speak.
Only from my most imperceptible deeds
and my most covert writings--
from these alone will they understand me.
But perhaps it isn't worth exerting
such care and such effort for them to know me.
Later, in the more perfect society,
surely some other person created like me
will appear and act freely.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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