Barefoot Monks Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Barefoot Monks
the barefoot
monks
the
bell
that in the
night
solitary
rings
the language that
I hear
in my head
as I
chant
all these
verses in English tongue
the
language
is
not
English
yet:
be
it
some
language
of
deep
hearts
and
possessed
brains
of
a devotee
of
the sweet Muse?
Say!
Friday, November 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: muse,social,tree
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