I roamed with anger out of the house. <br />My bosom filled with rage <br />My eyes with pride <br />My head with stubbornness. <br /> <br /> <br />And then <br />I saw the dawn arise – for it was dawn <br />At the beginning – and the sea was fresh <br />Still and naked from the nocturnal cloth <br />That covered it – now it lay <br />Listless as in a bed half-wake, half-sleeping: <br />I saw the rays - the rays of light increase <br />And turn to more yellow, more golden-fringed <br />And from the tree – the tree that looks <br />Down from the bastions – a small bird chirped <br />A startling song – perhaps a lay of love <br />Perhaps a dirge – perhaps an elegy. <br />I walked along the road that overlooks <br />The city bastions – long and old <br />And ancient the bastions with a kindly eye <br />Looked on the shore below and the over-lapping waves <br />I drank the wine of morn and of the dawn <br />Refreshing my throat from the old bastions <br />And looked upon the first sail-boats <br />Issuing from the rooms beneath the bastions <br />Dragged to the shore - <br /> <br /> <br />And then <br />And then <br />I threw the garb of my anger away - <br />And in my eye <br />There shone the happiness of the rising day <br />And forgiving forgetfulness.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-roamed-with-anger-out-of-the-house/
