Wine Of The Muse Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Wine Of The Muse



The
The
The
The Muse, ' finally
Sneezed nasal
The humored Poet Seer

For he felt
The wine of the Muse
And
The blood of the veins
Arising to his head
To write and sing.

Danced
Then the Earth and
Things on it:
And
Danced too
The Poet-Seer.

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