Wrath Of The Heavens Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Wrath Of The Heavens
Wrath of the heavens
Subdued
And in the mouth
Of the red dusk
Choking.
We will go on.
We will go on.
We will go on.
Life and Master Time
Are hurdles hard
To skip and leap:
And
They be inevitable.
The days come and
The days fade too
The dawns come
Then the red of dusk
Is cancelled
Again
In an inter-regnum
Before dusk.
O let me live!
Life is to be lived
Some suffering
In the leeway
But not the
Quintessence
Of suffering all time.
Let life be lived
Not suffered all
Joy must never be
A ban.
So
We will go on.
We will go on.
We will go on.
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4/19/2024 10:33:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The title image - WRATH OF THE HEAVENS - is quickly dispelled by what can only be called the HEROIC EFFORTS OF HUMANKIND. This poem is one of your most assertive and triumphant expressions of humanity's ceaseless struggle against the hostile forces or events in the world and its dogged insistence on overcoming, even transcending them. As such, it answers some of the questions I had about other recent poems you've written. They deal with details of humanity's struggle, this one is the general overview. It strikes me that IF the Poet Seer would write a poem, this is the kind he would give voice to. Not for him the Poem of Pathos in which the speaker seeks consolation, not for him the Poem of Despair in which the speaker admits failure even while hoping. for a change of fortune. No, this poem is the true voice of the Poet Seer, it speaks for him triumphantly