Glory be to the clever one who causes
stars to shine and moon to wane,
who conducts the seas and
grants the birds refrain,
who set loves miracle element free
in dreams, and on a daring wind
that wilderness may join with
a tongues bright dancing.
So what if my own lips know silence,
if syllables whirling in my throat
pray trumpet notes disguised
as ghosts in heretic cloak.
God's instrument is spiritual, breath
~ a rivers flow ~ Earth's medicine
for brain, bloodstream, torso...
my hearts every repetition.
(the words in this Cento are from
Playing the Ghost of Maimonides,
by John Agard, specifically 4 poems:
Ghost Under Surveillance,
Maimonides Discourses on the One,
Maimonides Discourses on the
Spiritual Perks of the Physician,
& Voice)
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Author:
JHEJ (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Making a Cento (from words in other people's poetry) is fun, and can help improve the poetic merging of one's own ideas. And, unless it contradicts the sentiments found in the original text (as Centos are meant to do), it could serve as an intro to that text ~ the above Cento hopes to complement some of the poems found in the very book which supplied all of the used words. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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