Produce Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Produce
What
I
Produce
What
I
Produce
The
And
The
Ocean
Echoed with
Me
There
Was
A
Balsam
On
The
Stage
And
Small
Snakes
Were
Dancing
To
Arabic
Music
Then
Opened
The
Ocean
And
It
Sang
Arabic
Music
And
Nymphs
And
Fauns
And
Sileni
Dressed
In Arabic
Danced
Round
And
Sang
The lament of the sweet
Sugar
That
Be
Arabic
I
I too
Want
To
Arabic
Dressed
In
These
Sounds
This beauty
Sinking
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