Still Hands (Cento)
I let it burn, rooted as it is. Now
nothing else keeps my eyes
in the cloud – get close to a star,
and there you are, in the sun.
What about all the little stones,
sitting alone in the moonlight?
Silence complicates despair.
I have believed so long in the magic
of names and poems,
and I know that you would take
the still hands to dryness and
loose rocks, where the light
re-immerses itself. It’s not the story
I want. We cannot live on that.
Credits:
Sharon Wevill, Julia de Burgos, Francis Ponge, Mary Oliver,
Alberto de Lacerda, Robert Hass, HD, Jacques Dupin, Francesca Abbate, George Oppen.
O at the Edges 
Brilliant. This poem intrigues one’s mind – stones! What about all the little stones,
sitting alone in the moonlight? …
Priceless! 🙂
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The brilliance is Mary Oliver’s. That’s her line.
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Awesome – it is simply genius. 🙂
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Silence complicates despair– so perfectly stated.
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Silence certainly can be useful!
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or, brutal…
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A double-edged sword!
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“Silence complicates despair.” Indeed.
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That’s Alberto de Lacerda. He wrote exquisite lines.
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the magic of names and poems – we believe!
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Oh, yes. As do I!
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“It’s not the story
I want. We cannot live on that.”
That is a very powerful ending. Great job!
P.S. – Thanks for stopping by our blog. 🙂
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Thank you. And likewise!
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Its not the story I want, we can’t let be on that. Gosh I just absolutely love that. You nailed it.
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Sorry typos and just noticed another person last led those exact lines. Well they were that good.
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Thank you. Francesca Abbate and George Oppen wrote the lines. I just put them together.
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I didn’t know. The orchestration matters as much. Music in the molding.
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That is the challenge (and fun) to putting together centos!
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