Emmanuel George Cefai
This Incomprehensible Ennui - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
This incomprehensible ennui
This heat – this summer
This thought that comes robber-like
Whose genealogy I do not know
Nor care to.
The wind winds slowly round the pine
In fretful gusts
All playful half-discernible
Without a noise
And secretly tiptoeing.
The bat saw me and gave its eerie cry
That rent the heavens piteously
It went back to the eaves to hang itself.
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