Cento

No heaviness in the upland pastures. Nothing
After the lift of the heavy rains.
The weeds hiss at the edge of the field.
The sun, the earth, the sky, all wait.
You stand upon that hill and turn,
And wait a moment before breathing it in.
Shut your eyes, and you can feel it for miles around.
Around it the world flows like a dream of drowning.

 
 
Line 1: “Civilization and Its Discontents” by John Ashbery
Line 2: “The Speed of Darkness” by Muriel Rukeyser
Line 3: “First Meditation” by Theodore Roethke
Line 4: “Notice What This Poem is Not Doing” by William Stafford
Line 5: “In Love With Wholes” by Alberta Turner
Line 6: “Water Eased of Its Cliffs by Falling” by Alberta Turner
Line 7: “What is Poetry” by John Ashbery
Line 8: “Tale of Time” by Robert Penn Warren

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