And Violin Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

And Violin



And violin
how sad and slow and sick
the string, the notes, the play.

the dusk has suffered and has
gone weeping
the night followed close.

I saw Night pensive chin in hand
and furrowed head-brain
and silent pacing, pacing, pacing

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