Swan Song Ii Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Swan Song Ii



where streams glide
and where the sea-tide
washes vast beaches
of quiet solitude
go I:
prepared! my love my Soul
where my earthly disease
be healed; and light
come strong to dim eyes;
and quiet and serenity
to expectant frame at last,
at last, go I! At last!

Friday, April 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: song
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Daniel Brick 13 April 2015

This valedictory is beautiful - simply, utterly beautiful. What more needs to be said? Nothing more NEEDS to be said. Your mind is focused, your heart is centered, your soul is ready to launch, as Walt Whitman put it, into its FREE FLIGHT INTO THE WORDLESS. And in another late poem he wrote: AS IF SOME MIRACLE, SOME HAND DIVINE UNSEAL'D MY EYES, SHADOWY VAST SHAPES SMILE THROUGH THE AIR AND SKY, AND ON THE DISTANT WAVES SAIL COUNTLESS SHIPS, AND ANTHEMS IN NEW TONGUES I HEAR SALUTING ME.

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