Cento for Wallace Stevens

Phew! I made it! I still can’t believe I managed to write a poem a day for the whole month of April! I went with the daily prompt for this last poem. The prompt was to write a ‘cento’ - a poem composed of lines from other poems. Since the only poetry book I have around at the moment is a Wallace Steves one, I decided to use all lines from his poems for this.

The poems I used were:

• Dance of the Macabre Mice
• The Place of the Solitaires
• Things of August
• Loneliness in Jersey City

This dance has no name. It is a hungry dance.
Whether it be in mid-sea
Or in the penumbra of summer night-
The deer and the dachshund are one.