Come, Come, Dry Your Eyes And Tears Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Come, Come, Dry Your Eyes And Tears

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Come, come, dry your eyes and tears
Cunning woman, whose every day
The clock of reproduction closes
Tears a leaf from the calendar.

Lake that was fire in the twilight
That
Now under the moon light
Shines
Reflecting the night’s desire.

Mount fairly tall but where
The snow whitens the dark
Of night to blue-azure:
In the long distance better glimmering
Over the burning lake shimmering.

To-day
The moment comes for me
To trace my steps to this site:
As night closes round me
My heart in fear leaps
My heart in fear leaps
My heart in fear leaps.

Below the pomengranate tree where
Warm reigned in summer, where
The night could be heard breathing sweat
You lay
Into the ecstasies of love and kissing
Panting.


Then your cunning
I kept at bay in your ecstasy
You had to choose between it
And cunning:
Just like percentages or
Two glasses: you add one
And by the amount and proportion
That you add one the other
You decrease:
That’s proportion inverse.

No longer you yearn for the tower
But you do yearn for the summer garden
Trellised with remnants of the Spring
Trophies of the yearly renaissance:
You yearn for that and I with you.
But now
Now the cold, the cold blasts roll
Over the garden, the trellised walls
Lanky and thin and dilapidate
By the night-rains wetted lie
Dreary and cold and thin:
Haggard they look and speak not
Nor our kisses warm nor our ecstasies
Light the smoldering chimney fire
But looks, furtive looks, just that.

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