Hear Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Hear
hear how the birds chirp
how the lyre suddenly sang
the Poet Seer from a high rock
unfolded his chant and verse and song
how the Dawn herself sang
sang in her happiness:
see, see, see
hear, hear, hear
it is things to see
it is things you hear
well
these are things, the things of poesy
hear
hear the song
hear the verse

love
love without song
without Poer Seer and
the things he sings
what be love?

hear
my Monsignor, move away, come out
from your palace of power and glory
from the warmth of your wealth
and be as of one story
with earth, with all it has
hear
My Monsignor, move away, come out

On the Deccan plain
amidst the dank damp
lay strewn a million sybils
to each attached a rose
a million roses:
this sight?
this and others like
be love, be verse, be song.

hear
hear how the birds chirp
how the lyre suddenly sang
the Poet Seer from a high rock
unfolded his chant and verse and song
how the Dawn herself sang
sang in her happiness:
see, see, see
hear, hear, hear
it is things to see
it is things you hear
well
these are things, the things of poesy
hear
hear the song
hear the verse