A Cento is a poem made up of lines from other poets.
Cento: Just a Little Nearer, Moon
In tense starlessness,
Tangled in the mast’s corded height,
Just a little nearer, moon.
The fossil virgin of the skies,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye.
When over the houses, a golden illusion.
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
The witches have a fire again.
Owls have cried.
Full moon rising on the waters of my heart;
Companion of the Earth. Her tender face,
The moon’s slow wonder with her hand.
After a thousand years.
Preventing shadow until the moon reveal
The song would be joyous, and cheerful the moon.
Moon! keep wide thy golden ears.
Softly, softly melted into the eve, the moon;
Sea and Sun; and I hear mystic carols in space.
From the raging moon I write.
Wish that I might fly out past the moon.
Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us.
Be dragged toward the word exotic with the force of a giant moon?
Benita Kape (c) 20.7.2019
Cento lines from the following poets: e.e. Cummings, T.E. Hulme, Amy Lowell, Mina Loy,
Percy Shelly, Wallace Stevens, Robert Louis Stevenson, Sara Teasdale, Edward Thomas,
Jean Toomer, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Leonie Adams, Robert Frost, Thomas Hardy,
John Keats,Yone Noguchi, Li Po, Dylan Thomas, Walt Whitman, Tusiata Avia.