Poem: The Midnight (cento)


Cento (collage poem)

Source Text:  The Midnight, by Susan Howe


The Midnight

Who are they that fly as a cloud

from wilds and mountains?

Fair maiden of cloudlight,

You are wild,

indifferent as twilight.

She retreats into the woodland

her laurels still fresh–

wildeyed–

conversing with an invisible spirit–

in danger of being promoted

to the witch category.


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