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