I Stayed Between The Earth And Song Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I stayed between the earth and song
For song
Made rise up from the earth
What we term as levitation:
And in it found I
Of all my senses the ecstasy and restoration.

O rivers that transform to leaves
Crystals of night dews that
In the first spring heat turn
After Dawn has passed to ice-like eyes
Peering and sticking on the green.

O! poetry is heat. Verse and song
Are the warmth of Spring in
The midst of the heaviest winter Storm
The tempest
Railing on the trembling woods
But verse and song will not tremble
Will not tremble with chill and frost.

In the hours before Dawn
The Earth nursed herself, licked
Her wounds that it received in day:
So
Verse and song heal:
It is like going down the Ganges to
The pilgrim – then
And so the Poet-Seer is pilgrim too.

On the empty shores as the night nears
Or before Dawn spreads her wings
Fairy-like to clean the frigidity
Of Night:
Before Dawn spreads her wings
On the empty shores there are
Not laden golden cargoes, fruits
Glimmering and shining, cut
From the trees of Eden-on-Earth.



Then
Will the song of the Poet-Seer
Turn its head here and there
Like the snake hearing music:
Dancing to the fakir
Like the head of the sperm
Burning bullet-like to its destination.

And Venus, Venus, well is
Waiting to be re-born everyday
Now
It has become with her a fashion
She will not dropp it
She will continue in it:
And
She will rise as from a shell in the Dawn
And from the voluptuous Oceans
It has become her fashion.