Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

In the ages yet to come
though frosty oblivion with his
cruel hands
hang over me
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Threw was a Wilfred
Here
But that was long
Ago
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Christmas, Christmas Day

my parents anchored me to that feast,
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Womb
Where centuries
Gyrate:
Heavenly music
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Slow the wheels grind.
Softly.
Softly.
And yet
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Stars that tremble in their fright
Stars that tremble in their rage
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A song – a singer’s lullaby
A heart of a sad Poet Seer
In love with life so madly
To Spring he flutters wildly
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Then
The bells rang
Then
The chapel lighted
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Slow by slow, slow by slow
The past year rolled on at
The line
That we humans have given it in time
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How beautiful, how beautiful the Violin
How beautiful the Violin sings:
How beautiful the red dusk rings
Before the night closes the eyes of day
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