Incense Sweet Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Incense sweet
Amidst the drear and gloom
Amidst the pining doom
Amidst the reign of sadness

A human that with sadness be
Laden more unfortunate he
Than Ixion or the donkey at the
Watermill.

I am of those few humans.
Yet from that sadness
Spring the seeds of sweet poetry.

In verse and song therefore
Let me take shelter from
The tempests of the soul
The rains and blizzards.


Incense sweet
Amidst the drear and gloom
Amidst the pining doom
Amidst the reign of sadness