Hope Is the Thing With Feathers
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*As I studied this form, I read a much longer sample which did not rhyme. The poet had included only 2 lines written by female poets, so I wanted to do him one better by writing one with rhyme, and to include more lines by women.
(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
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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