Concentrate Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Concentrate
I threw away all things
On a child to concentrate
O! the time for ghost
Children and
Heart-breaking pains
Must be made to
Cease.
Ghost child to child
Transformation incarnate
But what lies in that
Incarnate!
Else
All that transforms be
As that into which it
Transformed be:
The other way round
Too, my Monsignor
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: child
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