Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

How marble-like the limbs of this white queen
Delicacy made its shrine in every part
And Beauty veiling made her rest room there:
The stars twinkle in your eyes as in heaven do
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How many long bleak nights
Will follow after you:
The humid air will surfeit with stillness
The sea-waves lie still as the Dead Sea.
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In the green white-washed room
The light green darker turns in the dim light
Of the dim lightning bulb.
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And though the pitcher is not broke
Its heart is broke
And still the song that rose and sung
And in the dust the lyre lies.
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The blue violet is nigh its sleep
Now that the dusk is tiptoeing by stealth
Drawing along with giant hand the curtains of day
And of its glory in the mid-day sun:
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Fresh youth I like you in my heart
Have to bear green trees and shrubbery
Fresh and cool besmirched with morning dew:
I have still to reproduce to make my child:
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And over the lake marge
She wandereth;
A-holding in her hand
A candle – the flame
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They made me suspect
Suspect that the blue violet
Hides poison in its mystery
And wide-eyed beauty weeping in the glooms
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ah! the Venetian violin
how lay on the desk unstrung, unseen
by admiring eyes:
much less
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How white and level the plain
That stretches to the sea-ridge
The sea-ridge beyond which
The sea roars in and out
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