Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
To feel that waking is another sleep
Blind go the days, but joy will see
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.
Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old,
Take your practiced powers and stretch them out.
We'll drown all hours: thy song, while hours are toll'd,
Won't you celebrate with me?
Lift every voice and sing
Praise for the height and depth
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Here, poem meets prayer.
Poets:
William Wordsworth
Jorge Luis Borges
Muriel Rukeyser
James Weldon Johnson
Alfred Noyes
Rainer Maria Rilke
Dane Gabriele Rosetti
Lucille Clifton
James Weldon Johnson
Marge Piercy
Sara Teasdale Nikki Grimes
Prompt: Write a cento - a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems.
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