Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

How through the glass ceiling so
Thick and damp the waters
Pass?
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The nearby fount is
Quiet though
It still be dusk
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Slow
Slow the waters glide
Slow
The snows the peaks
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Ears
Ears
Floating in a river Styx
Here on earth
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Wind through the wreath
Before you throw it.

The wind neighs through it.
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Throw the eye
When it came.

‘Whence it came? '
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White the shroud
Of cottons
Thin
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Waters, fires, drought
Throats parched

Desert sands, red dunes
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Dawn, all withering
Why
Not first lights?
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In the air
This Dawn there's
Whispering.
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