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Beginning with a Couplet from Jane Kenyon’s Boat of Quiet Hours and Continuing with One from Jorie Graham’s Region of Unlikeness, Proceeding with Another Couplet from the Kenyon Book, One from Graham, and So on until the Last Couplet, Which Is by Seamus Heaney (A Cento)

I was reading about rationalism,

the kind of thing we do up north.

Now I will make a sound for you to hear.

A sound without a mouth.

The sound of water rushing over trees

felled by the zealous beavers,

look up and it’s suitors, applause,

it’s fast-forward into the labyrinth

of my red dress with blue leaves

and lemon lilies—the one you bought for me—

sounds rising up now and then from the valley,

a hammering, intermittently a dog,

mid-afternoon the sound of weeping in the hall

woke me…hurried steps on the stair, and a door,

on the steps across the street a teacup of flour.

Three mismatched linen napkins folded below it—

the tiers of sugared pastries: angel wings,

cat tongues, and little kiwi tarts;

let’s consider the dark, how green it is.

let’s consider the green, how dark, with the rocker at its heart.

You are like a rich man entering heaven

through the ear of a raindrop. Listen now again.

from Glitter BombFind it in the library

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Published in Aaron Belz Poems

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