Where Statues From Their Eyes Shed Tears Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Where Statues From Their Eyes Shed Tears



Where statues from their eyes
Shed
Tears
When skeletons in armor
The streets of old
Valletta roam
Rattling to ears of
Silent Poet Seers:
And
To the sleeping Dawn
As distant echo-vibrations
To her sacred cave:
Not waking her
But hummock-pleasant notes
Of dulcet sleep be making:
And the stars join
The white night stars
O where the night dews
Voluptuous falling on the
Humid soils and
Open mouthed flowers
Were basking in the noises
Notes and sweet music
They drank in as wine of
The night
Nocturnal sweet delight
Where statues from their eyes
Shed
Tears
When skeletons in armor
The streets of old
Valletta roam
Rattling to ears of
Silent Poet Seers

Monday, September 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: earth
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 27 September 2014

What a gorgeous poem! It's a display of pure imagery, since there is no human presence except a passing reference to poet-seers. The imagery fans out to embrace the still sleeping dawn, and then closes in on itself with a repetition of the opening lines. This suggests to me a process that is both self-contained and self-generating. The imagery expresses a natural world which ceaselessly revolves from dawn to dawn, and it displays both striking beauty and bitter-sweet losses and the silent poet seers seem to be the mute witnesses of this ever recurring process that plays out as most humans sleep.

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