A Spirit’s Monologue 2

E Emmanuel George Cefai Emmanuel George Cefai
0 Altın Yaprak
My monologue, my duty and my right I come, but let me speak me, First. My heart aches, joy has flown, And I take comfort in this monologue. So that’s therapy, yet palliative propense. See humans and imitate Hear humans and be more wise. (i) Of yews and symbols of the grave Equation and song simultaneous With season after season we go along Together. Blood, blood, blood, The woe of the Earth is Out of the human petering out With every drop that’s out Years of gathered woe and Clustered weeping. Firs and elms and other trees Who opened their sad song Unto the night and Unto moon. When Night walks in the fields Alone. Free my nights And Free my hands Cut the woes And Cut the chains Spirits be essence of free! (ii) Out of breath Beauty Leaves Me The Night Is Burning I Feel His Red Eyes Searing How beautiful the night Continues in the Dawn! I am the ghost that loiters By a strait alley dark In old Valletta I am the Shroud who with Bent head And silent Watches small children Breathe and sleep And roam the houses Whilst hour after hour Midnight approaches (iii) I breathe into the night When it be waning That night will stand Erect Welcome the dawning And In that glorious still Parade of beauty His eyes all dazzle! (iv) Come, come chorus of Young and tiny Spirits Breathe pure air in the Town Now humans sleep: That tomorrow they will Find a new air breathing: Come, come ghosts and Shrouds dance all around This street no car be Passing No human foot treads Or from the windows No fearful face be peeping (v) I am Prometheus yes, too, I into him transform And light with fire The breast of humans Downfallen by travails of Day And woes a-weeping: I be Minerva And in the sub-conscious Inject the wisdom of the gods At night in humans. I be Narcissus looking in The pool that’s Earth and Sea With it enamored (vi) For My monologue, my duty and my right I come, but let me speak me, First. My heart aches, joy has flown, And I take comfort in this monologue. So that’s therapy, yet palliative propense. See humans and imitate Hear humans and be more wise (vii)

Bu şiire çeviri ekle ·

Bu şiiri puanla

Henüz puan verilmemiş

Yıldıza dokunarak 1–10 arası puan ver

Yorumlar

Yorum yapmak için giriş yapmalısın.

Giriş yap

Bu şiire henüz yorum yapılmamış. İlk sen ol.

Sana daha iyi bir okuma deneyimi sunabilmek için sitemizde çerez kullanıyoruz. Kişisel verilerin KVKK ve GDPR kapsamında işlenir; hangi çerezlere izin verdiğini dilediğin zaman değiştirebilirsin.