Song Of The Nightingale Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Song Of The Nightingale
Song of the nightingale
on your bough
you be alone
but not in the garden
on each tree
one and more nightingales
inhabitants of the boughs
their loved territory
so high
they do not have to fight
for it
for it
nor thus aggressive me
malice and hate are
distant from them:
that's the genesis of serenity
that in the notes rings
through the streets and
houses dreaming nearby:
a sleeper would not dream
but hearing
the songs of nightingale
the Sub-Conscious drowned
him in its wines
and kisses.
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5/19/2024 5:09:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Emmanuel, do you know ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by John Keats? It may be my favorite single poem. Your poem and Keats's speak to each other. Both see the nightingale as a creature from a place anterior to, and above the human zone which means the bird's song will always be bitter sweet, reminding us of what we cannot possess the bird's total absorption in that beauty it helps to create. That' how Shelley described Keats AFTER DEATH = HE IS A PART OF THAT LOVELINESS YOU ONCE MADE MORE LOVELY, I write this because I firmly believe we are part of a tradition of many other POETS. We live among them so we echo them, Long may we thrive! !