This has no name to name it by
Turn home, the sun goes down
I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes
I summoned heart to speak my wish
A little bit of heaven fell
from out the sky
where the air is clear as crystal, and the white
stars fairly blaze
at midnight in the cold and frosty sky
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
I kiss my hand
to the stars, lovely-asunder
Now emphasize with hand and eyes
life’s magic in your mind
and when you’ve done and you’ve finished your work
the sun comes up and walks the sky
This is why I sojourn here
© Raili Tanska
* A cento is composed of lines borrowed from other poets
I recently came across a beautiful cento poem by Robert Okaji from O at the Edges . It inspired me to try my hand at creating one myself. This is it. My Cento, including the title, is created from works by Judith Wright, Gerard Manly Hopkins, Robert McGough, Henry Lawson, Andrew Barton Paterson, Don Cormack, a poem related by Manooka and one anonymous.
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What a brilliant piece of work. Thank you for introducing me to Cento.
Something new to learn today!
Thanks 🙂 Some of the poems I used seemingly had no connection to the one I ended up with, but it just all came together so beautifully. One line even came from a poem someone I knew penned for the hell of it decades ago and for some reason I still had it. I had so much fun putting this together. O on the Edges had this link in his comments about Cento
Have fun !
Thank you for that dear! Hugs!!
🙂
That is gorgeous. Sounds very Native American.
It just sort of fell into place effortlessly – the way things do sometimes. Maybe I was channeling my inner Hiawatha 🙂