Ancient Yearning Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Ancient Yearning
Parched
The document
Attention it tears
Easily!
In the midst
Of ancient hills
And valleys
Stand
For sake of learning.
My heads nods
With tiredness
And sleep
And my spine
Bends.
Dust rages as I turn
The ancient manuscript
Obnoxious to my
Nostrils turning
I mind mot
For in that document
There be my yearning
My heart be sinking
Back to those
Folios of the document,
The Ancient.
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This ancient document both preserves past wisdom and speaks to contermporary experience. It may be fragile, it may soon crumble into dust, but it shows our poets like the PoetSeer are the same in spirit with those ancient poets who prepared this document. Even if all of the ancient manuscripts, the truth they express are inscribed in the hearts of the living poets.