Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Violin over a grave
A tomb playing

Hear!
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‘not fit for purpose'

But…
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Towards the rainbow's wealth
The womb of plenty saw I traveling
And
From behind the clouds issued the sun.
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These experiments
These experiments of today
Sundry planted orange trees
That bear
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You lost a lot of blood here
But then
Do not lose further:
Stop the gap, not widen it any more.
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There was a homeliness
A homeliness even in the philosophy
Nay
Philosophy still and sheer
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In the diversity waded he
For the One watching
For the One looking:
And found the One after the Suffering.
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As on a Cross of Thought and
Suffering
With outstretched hands
The Human on that Cross suffered and yearned.
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I trimmed the Beard
So that it got pointed
The pointed Beard of the Philosopher
Sage-pointed.
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Initial the Attack but planned
It added to the virtue of surprise
The ruthlessness of Plan
And calculation made.
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