Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

To dissolve into the night air
Is the course that bests befits now;
Clear is the night
And from below
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You ask: Why Winter?
Winter gives warmth to my verse
And as no other season it gives
Birth
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My Monsignor on his desk
Sate him
Now and then being
Of summer heat
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Sweet welcome summer night
Brought in the breezes that waft
Across the port of coolness where waves sleep
Lights flicker on Saint Angelo lazily.
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The cat-lover he looked
Into the eyes of every
Cat he saw
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They told me
That
The sirens sing a song of mystery
A sad song
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In
The
Depression
That
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He willed it so, he yearned it so
He prayed for it, he suffered for it
The last sonata!
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Give me work
Do not give
Money, dross
Coins or wealth
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How sad how sad
The parting:
How without word
The farewell!
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