O! When In The Levitation Of Ecstasy Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

O! when in levitation of the ecstasy
Of song and verse and sheer poesy
I rise, I will rise to
The heights of the heavens
Immense
Immense
High and dwelling before
The altars of the Olympian gods where
Incense-laden bearers torches bear.

O! intensity! Intensity in All, Intensity is All
And is the One in Evolution, Evolution
Whittling its pride to the One,
Evolution to Evolution, One to One,
Those
Those, the transformations
The transpositions.

Cupid will be lactated by his jealous mother:
Though
He has grown enough: already
She taught the Art of the Quiver
The Art of the Arrow, the cunning
The ecstasy of love, its net.

Imprinted in the sands are the traces
Of the giant feet where on the
Long, long, long sand of beach,
Deserted, far from the Human towns
And villages:
Jove lighting down on Earth,
Came down, like an Eagle,
But not an eagle of war, but of Peace.

Inspecting as in a film
The events of History he rose
Disgusted from the airy hall
That was no hall and had no roof at all:
Jupiter arose and back to Olympus sped.

You see, my Monsignor, you see
How I sing, versify and chant:
You that have heard me now
For many a long hour can
Your judgment pass on my methodology
Nay
You can start yourself, set up
Yourself as a Poet-Seer.

Then
There will two Voices rise silver
Through the mists and clouds
Where Venus dwells half in
Between the Earth and great Olympus:
There
Let us both, my Monsignor,
Lull the fair beauty goddess by her trick,
Her own property, Beauty, lying
Her to rest
In her golden hummock between Earth
And great Olympus.