Hill That Lights Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Hill That Lights



hill that lights
on rare and
noble nights

jere de li teke
derem seli seke
birin de tele san
drombi hi fete fan
jelen kristi sepin
shunti herye repin
hazal fre tin
yizte se mantin
feret jokat herten
bola miret querten


the chorus sings
in its language
very own typical
and otherwise

nightingale...
they found her
below the tree
face upwards to
the heavens
motionles....

this was
this morning

roaming verse
as the heart directs
in its thoughts rambling
in its emotion of
probability and chance


the violins together
in the hundreds
wave after wave
make of music funeral
that simultaneous be
triumphal.

Funereal and triumphal.

jere de li teke
derem seli seke
birin de tele san
drombi hi fete fan
jelen kristi sepin
shunti herye repin
hazal fre tin
yizte se mantin
feret jokat herten
bola miret querten

I met it
at the beginning of
the stairs
where the walls of
house cornered with
each other:
the moon was in its eyes
a silver blading shone straight in its
eyes
blinding
I will not resist
I will resist
'How you? '
I boldsly asked
No voice.
No utterance.
Silence.
Then the figure turned
and went.
And that was all.

jere de li teke
derem seli seke
birin de tele san
drombi hi fete fan
jelen kristi sepin
shunti herye repin
hazal fre tin
yizte se mantin
feret jokat herten
bola miret querten

Call to the chorus
call
call!

Sunday, January 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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