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Untitled Cento
With one struck match put out the moon and sun
But in that brief look straight into the sun
The eyes were blinded and the brain struck mad.
with them. In the downy wedlocked bed
that sanctum
sanctorum where I sport
Swung intimate views out of a foreign room,
Wall-eyed alleys, coils of husky smells,
The breath of journeys strong there.
With aged remorseless eyes
Damp in the tidal dark, it whimpers,
These are the old places, and walking there
And from this little distance under earth
Will break the sun
Another place: that you contrived
And at the hard hilt twisted it.
Your eyes will crack as ours to see one night
Yet here deep under is my doom.
It settles in the interstice.
But as one part warbles
To be normal, another puts a spin on things.
Something has come between us-
Blue blown out of the sky into their eyes,
To feel how restlessly the bones live out
Unfinished life.
To touch your face and give you from deep breasts
With earth’s most nourishing and nervous rain
The white rich milk of her perpetual peace.
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Above is my first Cento. Title suggestions are welcome. Here are the works that inspired my poem.
Belleau Wood by Paul Engle
My Second Marriage To My First Husband by Alice Fulton
It Is There by Babette Deutsch
The Catch by A. E. Stallings
Belleau Wood by Paul Engle
My Second Marriage To My First Husband by Alice Fulton
It Is There by Babette Deutsch
The Catch by A. E. Stallings
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