She remembered or yearned.
“I found you whole.
I find you in these tears,
and it would do no good.
I will never make it"
Now she shakes her head,
shakes him away,
and she's herself.
Something began here
and nothing comes back.
This poem is a cento: a poem created by rearranging another writer's verses or lines. I greatly enjoyed reading many of Philip Levine's poems in order to find this poem. The lines came from the following poems:
In the New Sun (1, 5)
Father (2,3)
Heaven (4)
A Woman Waking (6,7)
Late Moon (8)
My Fathers, The Baltic (9,10)
Prompted by The Found Poetry Review
Poems found via the plaigarist.com poetry archive
Ooh, Claudia, this is the second cento I've found today because of the prompt. Philip Levine, what a talented, readable poet. I mean, I always get something from his writings; they are not obtuse or disjointed. Good choice, and an excellent culling of lines! Thanks, Amy
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I really like found poetry, so I enjoy The Found Poetry Review's prompts. I hadn't read much from him before, but now I've read quite a few and enjoyed them all.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for stopping by, Amy!
Jess