Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 7,530 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

Sweet Welcome Summer Night - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Sweet welcome summer night
Brought in the breezes that waft
Across the port of coolness where waves sleep
Lights flicker on Saint Angelo lazily.

The night is dreaming, the night is dreaming.

Far far inward the Bighi lights
Flicker red and white and red predominant
Into the long night
The long and winding night
As in a tunnel of drowsiness
In the long silence that hovers
Over the small cemetery unused.

The night is dreaming, the night is dreaming quite.


The night is leaning, looking over the rails
From the Upper Barracca on the port
The dreaming port where ships and skiffs
Forget past wars and dream of all but past:

The night is dreaming, the night is dreaming quite.

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  • Gold Star - 13,783 Points Daniel Brick (8/16/2014 7:29:00 PM)

    I clicked on this poem because it was near the recent poem which ends DUSK GREW SHORTER (which of course means NIGHT GREW LONGER) . I remember reading and commenting on this poem earlier, Sure enough my re-reading brought back its delights and my comment is still printed below it. It's a beautiful poem. Re-read it yourself. You deserve the glow it will light up inside of you. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 13,783 Points Daniel Brick (7/12/2014 9:05:00 AM)

    The lovely title and the refrain express succinctly the mood of lazy delight and complete absence of fear. Nothing disturbs the quietude without and inner worlds seem to be at one with the night too. Night itself is personified in the last stanza as if it were a representative person lounging against a railing, a person probably not thinking just taking in the atmosphere as we readers do also. In contrast, SYMBOLS OF THE NIGHT is a poem of headlong, madcap activity. Nothing stays still long. Creatures are bursting out of hiding places to leap into others. It's as if there is some big game being played, like hide and seek, but everyone's hiding and no one's seeking. This frenetic activity of goblins, bats, ghosts, etc. makes me want to return to the calm of sweet welcoming summer night and just bliss out for a couple of hours. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 5, 2011



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