Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

From sweat of pain
From sweat of suffering
Under the wand of Minerva
The spells of Morpheus
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To choose
To choose he said
He, the Individual:
With my body I do what will
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Through groves scenting
Through marshes of smells foul
And un relenting:
The lady and the knight
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Haunting, I say
It must be short
It must be brief
It must come
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Came and went
In Dusk they came
The early Dusk it was
And then late Dusk
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I will not go, said he
You shall not go -
Once he heard the heavens
Grumbling
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The clock hands turn
Wild
So wild
And frosty!
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Enough he said
Enough of years!
Now
Be come the next
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So cold!
So cold!
So cold!
The verses that were green
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Through the wild raging
Of
The gale-force winds
Of the ice-crystallizing chills
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