Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 35,573 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

How Austere-Robed The Night - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

How austere-robed the night
Walks with circus-ropes of day
The twilight of a life
The calming of the river
Of Passion that in the red Ocean flows
Wherein it tincts and laps the crimson shores.

The night like to a wounded hunter
That will not vail his pride
His suffering lets flow
The gushing of the pain
The gnashing of the teeth
The night prowls like a hunted beast
From tree to tree a black moves suddenly.

The night how like the robe
That fits on the fast-dwindling day
The aching sun
Mortified from its spent glory at mid-day
Follows the cycle that engulfs
The day and night and dawn.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 4, 2011

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