The Winding Of The Dusk Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Winding Of The Dusk



Into a coil-spring
Such hard pressed

As unwound springs
Pressed
I hear their whispering

A Spring to unwind propense

Thus the Winding of the Dusk
A resurrection from the shrouds be.

And I shall hear their wild shouts and calls.

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