Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Staggered in a dark
Veil
The night steals away
Towards the Ocean-Dawn at cusp of Day.
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Blew
Blew the wind
The lamp-light
Turned
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Round the corners high
And the cornices round
Of wind the sound
The raging wind
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‘though it needs calming
See!
The tree boughs shriek
The leaves fly off
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I shall not cure from singing ways
I shall not forego the singing days
Though days of pain
Though hours of sweat
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The tune of the sweet
Have cultivated I
In suffering
Paying in pain
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With a few verses I shall win
Yet
That will not
Lift me from oblivion of this Earth
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Lights
Sparse in the few streets
This night
This wind
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Silent
The bastions
Whisper
The winds increase
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Figure with covered
Head
Yet
Yet somehow walking
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