Fear Grips My Hand And Makes It Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Fear Grips My Hand And Makes It



Race on the computer
Letter after letter, word on word,
Then the line forms, the verse,
And then another verse,
And all these verses yet more verse beget:
And the whole at one time
Stop like the caesura: the poem’s ended.
Whether a fragment or with satisfaction
The lyric poet-seer his lips will lick
The poem’s ended; the curtains fall.

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