NATIONAL POEM WRITING MONTH
30 Poems in 30 Days (well, 30 drafts)
With thanks to Kate Fox, who said, you have to get a poem out of this.
And a note to readers: A cento is a poem made up of lines from other poems; all of the lines in this poem are from the 96th line in a long poem, or the 96th poem in a long series, so for example one of these lines is from the 96th Psalm, one from the Pearl Poet, one from Dante. I have rearranged this, oh, a thousand times this morning, retranslated, still working.
A CENTO ON MY MOTHER'S 96 DAFFODILS
A reminiscence of departed love
had a sweet regretful power,
the splendor bright of that display:
a lute, a drum, a flower...And limitless are leaves,
stiff or drooping in the fields,
let the field be joyful,
live for generations,
imitate the shade of my mother:
the golden eternity of blissful safety.
Within us is a universe as well.
After such great wonder
other eyes will see spring,
what I have seen transcends.