Throughout The Dusk Heard I Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Throughout the dusk heard I
under the privilege of Poet Seer
heard I arising as a snake song
from the twilight waves of the
decline of day
I heard, I the privileged
I heard the eerie song of the
ever reddening dusk-signal of
the now fading day.

that snake-song too reflected as
in a mirror as in a crystal lake
transparent my emotions
buffeted by currents underneath yet
at the surface quiet:
and declining with declining day.

the oaks were sleeping already, and
the boughs and leaves a-hanging
in the first sub-conscious ecstasies
of sweet sleep and sweet decay.


ah! mother ah! mother ah! mother

you too declined as the day declined:
life was your day;
how beautiful you were in your heyday
and
in the mid-day drunkenness of beauty
when life at its zenith sings and vies
with Venus herself...
time comes alas...
time comes alas...
and
after the sleeping giddying afternoon
as in hummock starts the sweet decline
of age:
the hair grows white as green leaves hoar
at touch of winter and impressed
by snow and winter storms and tempests:
you
you too declined as the day declined
my mother


throughout the dusk heard I
under the privilege of Poet Seer
heard I arising as a snake song
from the twilight waves of the
decline of day
I heard, I the privileged
I heard the eerie song of the
ever reddening dusk-signal of
the now fading day,
my mother.