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    Constantine P. Cavafy - Candles


    by poetictouch

    Constantine P. Cavafy - Candles - Read by Eilish Martin

    by Constantine P. Cavafy (1863-1933)

    The days of our future stand in front of us
    like a row of little lit candles —
    golden, warm, and lively little candles.

    The days past remain behind us,
    a mournful line of extinguished candles;
    the ones nearest are still smoking,
    cold candles, melted, and bent.

    I do not want to look at them; their form saddens me,
    and it saddens me to recall their first light.
    I look ahead at my lit candles.

    I do not want to turn back, lest I see and shudder
    at how fast the dark line lengthens,
    at how fast the extinguished candles multiply.