Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 23,533 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

Labor In The Pens Of Music - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

We
We humans must
Labor in the pens of
Music
In the sweat of the Muse
In the dripping honeys
Of the altered verses:
The town
Has slept
And it be time to versify
And chant
We
Always chant this way
My Monsignor
As long as I sing Poet Seer
I will sing thus each day.

Topic(s) of this poem: music


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 21, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 21, 2015


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