Hints of Heaven (#NaPoWriMo 25)
Today's poem is a cento, a poem comprised of lines from already existing poems. My cento "Hints of Heaven" is composed using lines from poems in Walt Whitman's collection "Leaves of Grass."
Hints of Heaven
Have the elder races halted,Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power?What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand?I believe you are latent with unseen existences,You who celebrate bygones.I sing the songs of the glory of none, not god, sooner than I sing the songs of the glory of you.
Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?Will you turn aside all your life?A man is a summons and challenge.We will sail pathless and wild seas, And never be quiet again.
Hints of Heaven
Have the elder races halted,Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power?What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand?I believe you are latent with unseen existences,You who celebrate bygones.I sing the songs of the glory of none, not god, sooner than I sing the songs of the glory of you.
Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?Will you turn aside all your life?A man is a summons and challenge.We will sail pathless and wild seas, And never be quiet again.
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