Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

The sails are not torn, but you
See
That they are tired and crest-fallen
You see, my Monsignor
...

I am of night.
At day you will
Not find me
...

Keep them for me.
I cannot walk
properly.
...

I hear the horn.
He came for me.

I feign not to hear.
...

Secret fountain of pearls.
Night shines from my
eyes.
...

A horse
A rat.
Me.
...

Colors, clothes, the passing
Of the hours,
The thumping of the
Fingers,
...

In the towers
Dames came out.

In the minarets
...

Do not touch your eye.
Whatever harm
There be a remedy
As long as breath
...

Before me
Sour Soul
Holder of the grave
Watcher of dim
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