From a prose poem by C. P. Cavafy
In an old trunk or in an ebony chest
I put away the yellow clothes of my childhood,
my favourite yellow clothes.
I put away the blue clothes I wore as a boy,
the blue clothes that boys always wear,
followed by the red clothes of my youth,
the exciting red clothes of a young man,
my going out clothes. Lastly, I put away
the blue clothes again, more faded this time.
I wear black clothes. I live in a black house.
Sometimes at night I open the ebony chest
and gaze with longing at my beautiful clothes.