The Centuries Pass, My Friend Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Centuries Pass, My Friend



The centuries pass
The centuries pass, my friend,
And the injustices and
Deeds that stink
Into the Lethe of the wines
Of centuries
Buried be:
So all be level
And Justice rises
To the face of the waters of the
Night.

Saturday, October 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: time
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 26 October 2014

I like this poem, the theme of time is handled with calm deliberation, no panic about time running out. Rather it seems like we are witnesses to its flow not victims of its flood. (I wonder if there is a typing error: Did you mean THE INJUSTICES AND DEEDS STINK etc or... SINK INTO?) I find the closing image breathtaking, beautiful, consoling - JUSTICES RISES TO THE FACE OF THE WATERS OF THE NIGHT. I sense a great force of Nature is at work but it will not harm us, it's hardly aware of us as it goes about its work of cleansing the world.5

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