Emmanuel George Cefai
What Remains Now - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
What remains now
today, my friend,
but celebrate the fugue of the
last lines and the last verses?
I hear the sad tones of the fugue
I hear the sad notes of the fugue
I feel them in my heart
the fugue of the last lines and
the last verses
though even now, since now to the
remained my conscious as my
drear sub-conscious, both
sad and drinking acerb
from the glass of pain and
the fugue of the last line and
the last verses.
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