Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Has settled the wind on the City
Long ago
Too
It settled for centuries
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You say
You say my Monsignor
That the lines
The verses
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Every day be gained - mark me!
You, Monsignor are wise.
So you say that every day be gained.
Yet in this way only:
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With
Sleeves of music
Flew the layers of the winds
The rash fast-churning
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High as the lark flies
Will I
Yearn I
Shall I!
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Stress upon stress
Presses the grinding-stone
Ever!
Beats the hammer on the Brain!
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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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