Bell That Rings Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I am the bell that rings
lone into the night of
cold and frost and
pinching rains
and roaring thunders
and vivid lightning
I am the bell that rings
the Poet Seer stopped
singing
a
few
days
he
stopped
he
ceased
but
then
he
rung
again
and
chanted
chanted
O capture the Emotions globally
globally
be careful! they slide
cunningly:
humans are in them for
humans of emotions be
and emotions are driver-seats
and drivers
for the human biochemistry:
stag
red
that
ran
in
to
the
night
skewed
mists
that
went
about
her
high
an arrow shot
the stag fell
raced not more
rang the station bell
hooted the old train
the Doppler effect
memory in the awnings
stared the owl
from her deep wisdom
woken.
tere liken sipe
kolin gere pilen
sere
sere
bloki metar de pere
acquus sivar te mere
ah! rhytym be emotion,
emotion rhythym
sang the strong Stag
with frosty mists of
breath coming
from its nostrils
deep inside.
The times pass, the ages pass
the
cunning
joker
laughed
out
his
sad
heart
in
the
midst
of
the Circle
and
the people clapped:
he smiled outside
and cried inside
the Buffoon.
kolin gere pilen
sere
sere
bloki metar de pere
acquus sivar te mere.