In The Town Of The Intellect Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the town of the Intellect
The grey shades moved
To and fro
Restless
Pace after pace
With fingers of the hands
Moving and questioning
Body-language
Furrowed brows
Discussion on discussion
Vexed
For long hours
Then days
Yet
Always persistent:
To the main square
You see them gathering
Till
One day one suddenly:
‘Eureka!
Eureka!
Eureka!
Cried with a hoarse Voice
And
All around him turned
And
All around him clustered
And
All around the frowns
Were smiles
And
All around him heard
And
All around him knew
And
All around him understood
‘Eureka!
Eureka!
Eureka! '