A Lark Was I Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A Lark Was I



A lark was I - today
In the high skies

A Poet Seer's vocation
Is there

A Poet Seer's vocation
Is duty

The Poet Seer blind in
The light of Dawn
Sees Venus
Sings and bends
His head to duty
Absolute.

There be more larks
And they are in the heavens
Above
But they be not so much
Of Poet Seers
As me

Sunday, January 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: bird,darkness,freedom,history,life,light,loneliness,miracle,night,storm
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