The Night Of Being Called Early Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Night Of Being Called Early



The night of being called early
complained

complained to the red dusk

Yet dusk, red dusk said:
'I that have yielded part of my
short reign to you; you should
be thankful for it to me too.'

then Night replied:
'my reign is long anyway
and to summon me so early in the day
is a rude waking to me always'

At which the dusk redder grew
than poppies drenched with blood
in Flanders fields.

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