Emmanuel George Cefai
12th March 1955
Sleep, Sleep, My Sweet One Sleep
A Mantle Of Colored Amethyst
A Barge Mysterious In The Thick Of Night
19 Jun 2015 10:49
Wow what amazing talent you have Sir, . You heaved emotions from the deapest part of your mind and created a great Master Piece..
Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar
07 Jun 2014 06:51
nice poems. you are great in showing feels.that shows a good improvement. i invite you to read my poems at my poets page. that is a friendly invitation
27 Feb 2014 02:25
The five-line poem which begins THOSE VERSES WERE AS OF THE NIGHT/NOT OF THE DAWN could be a general summary of one major dimension of your POETRY, that is, it is a nocturnal vision rather than a daylight one. This suggests a whole range of consequences that your individual poems explore, for example, the symbolic passage of the barge in the first poem of yours which I read: a purely daylight consciousness could not do justice to such a poem; a night-inflected consciousness is required. I recently finished writing a long poem (200 lines) which reaches closure with these lines: I believed in another/life running parallel/to the world's. It is/written in the book of moonlight. Like many of yours, my lines are verses...of the night. Our two imaginations have found common ground in the night-realm.