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Hope Is the Thing With Feathers
(A Cento Poem) Title from Emily Dickinson When swords were bright and steeds were prancing Miniver Cheevy and the fire-wood glowed knife-edge Hart Crane too burning and too quick to hold; Sara Teasdale I saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge, Ezra Pound like the vagrant ghost of winter Hart Crane and the smell of red clay after rain. Langston Hughes My face burned and tickled with cobwebs Robert Frost and my window looked upon the lane. Phyllis McGinley Cliff took two glasses and filled one with wine Edward Arlington Robinson for Maggie and Millie and Mollie and May. E. E. Cummings Now the spoiler has come; does it care? Robinson Jeffer We saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and gray. Robert Frost I can hear them sing the tune without words, Emily Dickinson and I can see them dance like a foggy song Stephen Vincent Benet while I grow mad with gazing Amy Lovell only to light a passion, blazing strong. May Sarton It takes life to love life Edgar Lee Masters down to the Puritan marrow of my bones, Elinor Wylie in burnt out ends of smoky days T. S. Eliot when blue plums lie open to boat-tail cones. Elinor Wylie
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