Night-Clad Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Night-Clad
I
Night-clad
night-clad in the robes
spare and light
that the Muse gave
me
when the red dusk brazen
red
with his eyes of pining
lust
made love-looks to my sweet
Muse
in this dressing magic
I
feel the spells
I feel the mists
I
I sing as
the nightingales
I that sing
of peace not war
I
that sing
of people's power
I
that sing
of whittling down
Institution laws to
where
individual humans wait
to receive what after all
be their birth right to this day!
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12/23/2025 3:24:58 AM # 1.0.0
WOW! It's as if YOU are the Poet-Seer in this poem! But no, you are a poet blessed by the Muse to play the role of a kind of mystagogue, replete with a ceremonial robe, and your role is truly a grand and necessary one. It is one of restoring things to their proper places, to making a spiritual system operate the way it should. I count four tasks you fulfill in your mystagogue mission 1) you SING AS NIGHTINGALES DO. (John Keats is smiling in heaven!) 2) You sing of peace not war. Poetry will NOT serve the warlords' violent purpose.3) Your SONG, your poetry grants power to the people 4) Your poetry refines, even reduces the coercive power of the LAW so that it serves the people's needs. This is a grand poem addressing the social/societal roles of the Poet and the Poem! It is a necessary poem and you have fulfilled that necessity. The Way is set for other poets to follow, as they too put on the Muse's robe/mantle.