Once there was a lovely virgin–
One narcissus among the ordinary beautiful–
Cornered by a blue dementia
In the days when one could lose oneself
Beneath the lovelier planes of enterprise.
“There is no magic any more,”
The mirror told,
“I’ve heard it in the chillest land
In a solitude of the sea.”
“Comeback in broad day,”
The mirror told.
“You had better not throw stones upon the wrens!”
“Who say you ugly and they the goodlookingest?”
Once more the mirror told,
“Who? Who? Who?
Hope is the thing with feathers:
I bid you awake at dawn and discover.”
NaPoWriMo Day 26. The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a cento–a poem made exclusively of lines from other poems. This poem is brought to you courtesy of Anne Sexton, Rita Dove, Yusef Komunyakaa, Gwendolyn Brooks, Sara Teasdale, Thomas Hardy, Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, and Amiri Baraka.
Please visit this list of my poet friends who are also doing the poem-a-day challenge. They are worth the look. I’m inspired by them daily. Contact me if you want to be added to the list.
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