Brass Shining Necks
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Brass shining necks
Up and down hills
Mists in a fist of cluster drawn
where gathered opiate swerving
monks in long habits from
old; and slept the night.
That night.
‘All be opiate! All be mist! '
And through them travel we
And through say the breviary
Though it be midnight struck
Though it be mid-night deep.
Come!
Come polar waters blessed from the sacred fount
Whose waters distilled be from the noble mount
Where earth kiss sky
And heavens kiss the cold, cold earth.
Bu şiiri puanla
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