Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Still, still the barge moved on and on
its slow moves through the waters skimmed
with motion silent more than silent waves:
the night fell slowly on the town and port
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the mask, the night, the window
all remember I - how fears grips
Me still as did that still night!
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to-night, to-night
we’ll storm
the house that hangs
above the narrow street
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I have come in the habit--
I have come in the habit of thinking
But after that
I came in the habit of feeling:
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How bright the light
Of fire-works this night
The people hied
To the still Port
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Sweet clear-water island wave-lapping
Sweet-chuckling moon-waiting juts
Of rock, of wind-cradling showers.
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Behold the dusk extending street to street
And its wide fingers caress the Port skies:
Behold the dusk like a cloud of immensity
Sprinkle with somber red wherever it pass.
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The bird cried with pain and uttered
Its sad and solitary cry unto the face
Of the frowning heavens leaden-faced
The pincers in the flesh
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The sun to-day is smiling
From behind its armor
Temperature-proof and
Legendary more
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What siren-song arises
From the sweet silver bosom of the sea
By the three rocks?
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