Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Though Beauty shall be raw
Yet
Beauty shall be more
Than if it were less raw
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Though the winds rarely
In gales march forth in show
Brutal and raw:
Yet more often
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Though sadness here lives
And lived
So
Long
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A joy percentage shall be Everywhere
Every Time
Though it be minimal
However minimal
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Few streets
At random
Clustered all
Below
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A polygon
Three colors
Then
Increasing colors
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Not on top but on the level
Plain
By streets narrow
Surrounded
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Hear stones speak
They be
Amongst the great story-tellers
Then
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As nasal sounds
From the corner
Emerge
Every rare night
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With his pince-nez down
Half-sliding
He was a Poet-Seer
He was a Scientist:
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