’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much joy!
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasure ’t is
MUCH madness is divinest sense
And sings the tune without the words
IF recollecting were forgetting,
WE never know how high we are
I wonder if when years have piled—
THE brain is wider than the sky,
All the above lines are verses from the poems of Emily Dickinson. I recently started reading her poems as a part of my online course at Coursera on Modern Poetry and I must say I have got quite addicted to them. They seem so simple yet convey such deeper meanings.
What delightful homage to the great Dickinson; such a wonderfully brief but meaningful cento, I'm sure where-ever she is, she's smiling ... very nice.
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loved reading this....
ReplyDeleteThank you Sreeja :)
DeleteInteresting choice of lines from Dickinson as the sources for your cento... How amazing it is to be able to find meaning in putting such disparate lines together!
ReplyDeleteha very nice...i like how you swizzled dickinson as well...and i like the feel and message within...
ReplyDeleteThank you Brian! :)
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