White lily of new-cladding fields
I must deliver and reproduce
The gas cloud wherein my seed lie
Now lies impatient in its universe
Frosty and frozen in its energy
The gas cloud lies still and lonely
Soon, too soon
Must I the gas-cloud warm
And then
The seeds will maddened move and fly
Without a rest
Till that
They clear their conscience: now they feel
The guilt of being lazy and of not
Having their duty till as yet.
But then
But then
The frigid gas-cloud melts in the friendly warmth
Of the waves of southern winds of heat
In this new summer ushered in
While winter frost knocks at the pane
And here
And here
The gas-cloud of the seeds in this warm room
Becomes a universe of life and now
They clear their conscience: now they feel
The pride and happiness
Of having done their duty.
Emmanuel George Cefai
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