Pears Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I saw pears
Overlooking
The palace garden
Wall
The palace
Where doors are closed
For more than century.

Ages here
Weep in its sacred
Gardens.
But they do it
At night
As and just as
A secret burial.

I thought and
Thought of the
Pears
The pressing of
The juice
Its falling slow
And sensuous down
The mouth-watering glass
Melons of beauty
The pears
In their yellow
Sports gears:
And scented even
In deep night
Mellow at bewitched
Midnights.


Ah! even so
Is life are ages
That one on one
Make life:
Dark-faced and
With brows of fire
Brazen and restless
In their dancing
The glow
Of distant beauty over
The seas and oceans
Coming in
In over the nights
Following the dusks.
With the hoar echoes
Of the giant hearted
Water-waves that hurry
First in coves and caves:
Circe in a wind furled
Mantle
From above watched
Smiling.

The waters were
Twilight
But that was rather
Long
Hours have passed
And little
An hour or two
Separates us
From the dawn waters