Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

The clouds came here now.
Sunset had gone
The Dusk had moved
And wild the Bats
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Look!
Look they have come seven figures in frac
White frac
And tall and lank and vague they stand.
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The Miter wearing had they on their heads
As stars shone the diamonds
Of Beauty in it
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Figures of wonder
Of Beauty thunder
The Bird was wise
Still be, and beautiful
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‘Times without Limit, ' muttered the Monsignor
Turned round:
‘Times without Limit'
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‘Yes my Monsignor; yes,
All of us, all of Things
without Limit be going down in their genealogy
and even going further in other direction.
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as with a chisel write I
in my hands holding every verse
nay every word:
I must be the chiseler of words
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They passed, they passed, they passed
Grey darkening
On the walls sliding:
The Miter wearing had they on their heads
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Thought winds and winds
The coiled windings
To unfold times will take
Into the pincers of the martyrdom
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The Mystic was relative; so be it!
There was Pain in the soul that had to
Choose
At the crossroads of the multi-furcation
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