Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 10,516 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

A Call From A Cicada - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A call from a cicada
at night!
at night!
the windows are open on the waters
of the gondolas and sighing dreamy
the waters leap straight bosom parallel
to the levels of the canals
the palaces
in the night caviar of sounds
of violin over floating waters
to night
In Venice to-night

Topic(s) of this poem: song

Comments about A Call From A Cicada by Emmanuel George Cefai

  • Gold Star - 20,255 Points Daniel Brick (3/30/2014 12:50:00 PM)

    I love the sound of a cicada! I remember as a child hearing that sound in late summer when the air was heavy with the hottest temperatures in the year. And during that brief heat wave the cicadas marked the passage of time. It was wistful, bittersweet, because it meant summer would soon give way to autumn, but while it lasted cicada season enveloped me with its loveliness. And I felt enveloped by Venice in your poem. I have never been to Italy, although there is an Italy in my mind from my long familiarity with Renaissance art and poetry. And Venice! ! The name alone is magical. Your poem brought that magic into my apartment, and your words made me feel at least some of the atmosphere of the fabled Venetian days and nights. Through my windows I can still fragments of a particularly brutal winter this year, but reading this poem has transported me to a temperate, lush, and altogether seductive realm. I want to stay there, I want to be there! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2014

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