Candles
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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I saw
candles, candles, candles:
I saw the mask
of up-lying face
I saw the mask
and I felt the cold
on the wood
the coffin lay
and the mask lay
and said I;
Speak! Speak Poet Seer!
Speak!
Arise!
For me at least, arise!
No
he spoke not, nor arose
And I still
saw the mask
of the up-lying face
I saw the mask
and I felt the cold
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