Emmanuel George Cefai Gardens Poems

Scented are the gardens
The meadows on the Rhine
Garlanded in the night
The green is overcome
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Long
have I not been
to Hastings Gardens
there be seen
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beauty makes her throne
her shrine
but an important school for those
who yearn
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In Lower Barracca Gardens
Flows the sea-spray often
Most at night
For nearer to sea-level be
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In Lower Barracca Gardens
Flows the sea-spray often
Most at night
For nearer to sea-level be
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Give me Hastings Gardens
Give me in the morning
The night cold of the dawn
The freezing feet.
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A Mask Hanging from a Tree in Hastings Gardens

The Hanging was not Punishment.
But the Way of Sacrifice
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I look for secret gardens as dusk
Falls
I follow the mist calls to secret
Fields
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walking in Hastings Gardens I
now better feel my guilt is less
now that this morn with dawn
I rose to sing my poetry:
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I was at Hastings Gardens and I saw
High, high above and stretching through the stars
The giant Night crawling inexorably
The sea ebbed and flowed all quietly
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In Hastings Gardens
the fir
points out
jutting into the night
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The Hastings Gardens sleep,
the Hastings Gardens dream,
the night exhibits its stars,
the moon ejects its seed of rays,
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A chariot
White
Made up of
Nets of bones
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I pine
in
dusk
and
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He walked
helter skelter
not moving much
and low
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In Hastings Gardens the wind
makes rhapsody
but not alone
no.
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Nights in the light of
Hanging stars

Lamps that hang over woods and
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And the crowds sing - earth
Rings!

And violins play - dusk
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I came to Hasting Gardens now
Today.

For man the human has full right
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