Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

To those sacred
Places
The glow-worms go
To-night
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This night
In the small street
Joining Saint Paul Street
To yet another street
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Storm are of drear
And acrid times
But desperate times
Are acrid times multiplied
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With a buckle
On the Soul, the Inner Soul,
With a bubble on the boot
Passing
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In Valletta
the sun shines
and it be afternoon.
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Silent
Silent
Fields and roads
that wind straight
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Haunting
haunting
down the glooms
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The cavalcade of night
The horses glitter bright
Of clanking metals made
And metal armors light.
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Night and day, night and moon
Night in so many
Couplings!
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