Labor In The Pens Of Music Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Labor In The Pens Of Music
We
We humans must
Labor in the pens of
Music
In the sweat of the Muse
In the dripping honeys
Of the altered verses:
The town
Has slept
And it be time to versify
And chant
We
Always chant this way
My Monsignor
As long as I sing Poet Seer
I will sing thus each day.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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