Half The Year's Past Said The Poet Seer Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Half the year's past said
The Poet Seer

On a hard rock he sate and
Stretched below the town
And the white buildings
Distant glimmering.

And little
Little below the men around
They sate to hear
They sate themselves.

For
Half the year's past said
The Poet Seer.

Two days more and we be
In to the other half
Albeit this year!

And we have survived for one
Half
But ah! how must we
Strive
To go the other half!

As going to wars
As going to the jousting tournament
Where a victor smiles
And
Another motionless lies.

There we be going.

The heart only holds
But beats
Throbbing
Throbbing.

The times frown as dark clouds
And more.

And the day bends her
Head
And the first chill feel I
The Poet-Seer
Said.
And sighed the crowd that
Heard.