how all things glow

at the still point of the turning world,
the first word that you ever spoke was: light.

beast that i am
i set myself on fire

and my dreams also reconstructed themselves –
all bright light and black wings,
the colored liquid turning gradually lighter, more radiant,
(not to eat, of course, but to examine)

and a silent star-filled heaven turned,
metallic, lucid and bold:

blossoms lingered as if you could smell them eventually
around your soft throat

and it seemed that the whole summer dipped,
illimitable in fragrance and in sound.


a/n: this is a cento that i wrote for school. i had a lot of fun with this, especially since i got to spend hours reading books of poetry without feeling guilty about it. 🙂  under the cut is a list of the poems/poetry collections whose lines i ended up using.

T.S. Eliot, “Burnt Norton”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Poems from the Book of Hours
Louise Glück, “The Seven Ages”
Louise Glück, “Stars”
Louise Glück, “From a Journal”
Dorianne Laux, “Dust”
Louise Glück, “The Sensual World”
Stephen Dunne, “A Bowl of Fruit”
Rainer Maria Rilke, “Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.”
Frank O’Hara, “Macaroni”
Sappho, If Not, Winter
Léonie Adams, “Recollection of the Wood”

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