From The Emanations Of Energy Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

From The Emanations Of Energy



there is a hum
a distinct hum
a Poet Seer recognizes

alone, alone and sad I walk
Walk in the cemetery and
of my mother think.

How cannot I, my mother?

How can my verse and song be different?

My heart is relatively strong though rent.
And I hear energy emanating in the
cemetery
though it be morn, a little after dawn.

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