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Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Jul 15 05, 05:40

Hi all.

I just came across this poetic form from a few different sites and posted it in Karnak.  

I thought it might be FUN for us to try a JOINT poem together!

For those who love the 'snippet' and 10-word' challenges we offer in the ACROPOLIS forum - check this out at:
http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/cgi-bin/forums/ikonboard.cgi?act=ST;f=19;t=4672


Cento:

From the Latin word for "patchwork," the cento is a poetic form made up of lines from poems by other poets. It is a poem that is simply "patched together".  It is also called by some, a mosaic poem.  

Though poets often 'borrow' lines or phrases from other writers and mix them in with their own (that would be Cleo's snippet challenge responses  ), a true cento is composed entirely of lines or phrases from other authors' works. Early examples can be found in the work of Homer and Virgil.

With lines from Charles Wright, Marie Ponsot, Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, and Samuel Beckett, the staff of the Academy of American Poets composed the following as an example (as found on this http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5771:

"In the Kingdom of the Past, the Brown-Eyed Man is King
Brute. Spy. I trusted you. Now you reel & brawl.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes--
A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree
Day after day, I become of less use to myself,
The hours after you are gone are so leaden."


A Cento/patchwork/mosaic poem can be rhymed or unrhymed.

It can be created with an emphasis on lines or phrases, or the lines/phrases might be chosen because they contain a focused concordance of a specific word.


An example:

Hope Over Doubt *

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
Still do the stars impart their light.
What is your substance, where of are you made?
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife
To see the world in a grain of sand.

Say not the struggle naught availeth.
He that is down needs fear no fall.
All is best, though we oft doubt.
Go and catch a falling star.

Copyright  © 2001, William T. Delamar
Line:
1) "Sonnet ii" (William Shakespeare);  
2) "Falsehood" (William Cartwright);  
3) "Sonnet v" (William Shakespeare);  
4) "Answer" (Sir Walter Scott);  
5) "Augeries of Innocence" William Blake;  
6) "Say not the Struggle Naught (Arthur Hugh Clough);  
7) "The Shepherd Boy Sings in the Valley of Humiliation" (John Bunyan);  
8) "Samson Agonistes ii" (John Milton);  
9) "song" (John Donne)



OUR TASK HERE:




Would anyone be interested in creating a Mosaic compilation together?

ADD A LINE OR TWO AND CONTINUE OUR OWN POETIC OUTPUT:

GOOD LUCK!    

I'll start:

If a clod be washed away by the sea

1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne

Posted by: Cybele Jul 15 05, 17:04

Hi Lori,  

This looks like fun. Here's my contribution:

If a clod be washed away by the sea

1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne

With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:

The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)   so...


If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Jul 15 05, 18:34

Hi Lori,  

This looks like fun. Here's my contribution:

If a clod be washed away by the sea

1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne

With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:

2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)   so...


If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:

Hello Grace!

So glad you joined the MM quilting!  

OK - here I go for L3:

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William Shakespeare


So:

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

Posted by: Arnfinn Jul 19 05, 06:30

Hi all,


Line 4

A willow-bough, distilling odourous dew,

4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats



If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odourous dew,

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Jul 20 05, 18:56

Well done John!  :troy:

Now that we've established a rhyme scheme we must keep it going..

So far - we've got:

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odourous dew

1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats

I'll look for another line....  :detective:

Cheers!
~Cleo  :dance:  :cheer:

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Jul 20 05, 19:00

OK...

Here's line 5:

In withered husks of some dead memory.

5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde

So....

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odourous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.

1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 9 05, 05:24

Arnie, Grace .... shall we continue?

Posted by: Cybele Aug 9 05, 08:49

Hi Lori, :pharoah2
Yes, by all means, just need a bit of time to search for something appropriate!

Back soon!  :read:

Posted by: Arnfinn Aug 10 05, 06:16

Yep!

This poem is what I call different.


 :cool:  :cool:  :cool:


Someone else might take the plunge.


John.

Posted by: Cybele Aug 10 05, 06:29

Last line of verse one

Why, having won her, do I woo?

so

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odourous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Why, having won her, do I woo?

1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) The Married Lover by Coventry Patmore

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 10 05, 06:38

Excellent Grace!

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 11 05, 05:30

New Stanza:

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
-from The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

That makes our effort:

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odourous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Why, having won her, do I woo?

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;


1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) The Married Lover by Coventry Patmore
7) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted by: Cybele Aug 11 05, 06:00

Line two, verse two..


But thy eternal summer shall not fade


Now we have..


If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Why, having won her, do I woo?

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.



1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) The Married Lover by Coventry Patmore
7) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
8) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 12 05, 05:28

UPDATE: IGNORE THIS REPLY PLEASE.... See next one instead...


Line three, verse two..

I hear an army charging upon the land,
from Hear an Army Charging Upon the Land by James Joyce



Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Why, having won her, do I woo?

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
I hear an army charging upon the land,


1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) The Married Lover by Coventry Patmore
7) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
8) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
9) Hear an Army Charging Upon the Land by James Joyce

Posted by: Arnfinn Aug 12 05, 06:41

Aww

I was going to add sumthin else.

'And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,'

W.F.Turner, The Search For The Nightingale.

Dont matter,


The new word is 'fade'

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 12 05, 07:36

I like your line suggestion more Arnie   - so I'll edit it to read as:

Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Why, having won her, do I woo?

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,



1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) The Married Lover by Coventry Patmore
7) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
8) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
9) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 12 05, 07:43

and :(  at the same time!

Posted by: Cybele Aug 12 05, 09:42

Fourth line second verse:

I meet my shadow in the deepening shade

Theodore Roethke ~ In a dark time

Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Why, having won her, do I woo?

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.


1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) The Married Lover by Coventry Patmore
7) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
8) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
9) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10)In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 12 05, 11:35

Ahhh

This is so good you two!

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 14 05, 07:53

Posted by: Arnfinn Aug 17 05, 07:47

Hello, hello, hello...

Thanks Lori for accepting me late contribution.

The next line.

'And here, man, here's the wreath I've made'

A.E. Housman  A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2


Just a thought, ya dont hav ta use this line if ya dont think it fits the situation kinda thing.

Yeeeeeeha.

Sixth line second verse:


Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Why, having won her, do I woo?

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.


1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
    Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) The Married Lover by Coventry Patmore
7) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
8) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
9) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  


New stanza next anyone?  :hsdance:  :claps:

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 17 05, 19:24

First line, third verse:


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
from A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling


Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Why, having won her, do I woo?

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,


1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
    Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) The Married Lover by Coventry Patmore
7) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
8) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
9) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling


 

Posted by: Cybele Aug 18 05, 02:10

(argh! ) I messed up by missing out a lump, sorry folks.
Back to normal

Revision on Line 6

Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view

Paradise Lost by John Milton





Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
And now good morrow to our waking soules.


1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
   Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) Paradise Lost by John Milton
7) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
8) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
9) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) The Good Morrow by John Donne

Lori, Arn, my last line verse one stands out like a sore thumb and this is developing into a very philosophical poem. Okay if I find a replacement more fitting to the piece?
Verse two is very interesting isn't it?

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 18 05, 05:30

Sure Grace - whatever you like..

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 23 05, 19:47

For stanza 3, line 3:

With a despotic sway all giant minds.
from The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe


Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
And now good morrow to our waking soules.
With a despotic sway all giant minds


01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
   Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) The Good Morrow by John Donne
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe

Posted by: Toumai Aug 24 05, 02:53

This is very interesting to watch unfolding  :read:

Fran

Posted by: Cybele Aug 24 05, 04:11

Hi Fran,

Hope you had a lovely holiday. Thanks for dropping in. Want to play?  

Lori, Arnie. I am tearing my hair out trying to find a rhyme with soules.

Any ideas of shall I change it?

Posted by: Toumai Aug 24 05, 04:20

Hi, Grace

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 24 05, 05:31

Hi Fran and Grace!

TY!

Sure Grace- I edited the S1L6 change you made - is that the only change thus far?

Cheers!
Cleo :)

Posted by: Cybele Aug 27 05, 02:20

Hello Lori,

Yes, the only change so far. It is now more in keeping with the rest of the verse.
I shall now look for a second line for verse three~ unless someone has already found one?  

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 27 05, 05:24

Sounds good Grace!

Cleo

Posted by: Arnfinn Aug 29 05, 04:24

EH, wots going on eear...

Wot lines ave we got for third verse


Is these them


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
And now good morrow to our waking soules.
With a despotic sway all giant minds


We has got too findus sumthin wi tah rhyme we SOULES..GAAAAAAAAAAH! Shock

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeha ha ha.

I've found rhymes  WHOOOPeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
.
After fifteen volumes of poetry and 15 million 2 hundred and twenty eight thousand six hundred and forty three words................ There they are!
 :detective:  :detective:  :detective:  :detective:  :detective:


John Greenleaf Whittier  'The Dead Feast of the Kol-Folk'

Verse 7  line 4

'We have kindled the coals'

or an alternative, which I thought was rather long.

Thomas Moore   'At the mid hour of night'.

Verse 2 line 5

' And, as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls'.


So I'll leave it up to you Lori...



Arnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnie the sleuth, uncouth, the unpolished poet DA DA DE dedarde da da............................Arnie theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Finn.  :troy:


 :troy:  :wizard:  :wizard:

Posted by: Cybele Aug 29 05, 04:50

Oh Arnnie!  

I've told yer 50 million times not to exaggerate!!  

Great sleuthing by the way, but the first is too short and the next too long, so can we hold fire a mo while I check my 76,392 reference books
fer a bit of iambic pentameter?

I'm toddling off now with me sangers in a red spotted hanky on a stick, ter seek me fortune among the long dead poets. I shall return!

Posted by: Cybele Aug 29 05, 05:14

[b]Stanza three, new second line, sorry folks, I chickened out.  :(

O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
Death by James Leigh Hunt


Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds

01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
  Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe

Posted by: Cybele Aug 29 05, 05:19

Hi Lori, Arn,

Making up for my sins!


Line 4 stanza 3

Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye  

Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge




Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye



01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
 Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 29 05, 05:35

How lovely Grace!

Well done...

Arnie? Are you up next? :p

Posted by: Arnfinn Aug 30 05, 03:08

Hi Lori,

Whot we got,

Befores I go ta check out wot I can find for another line. I was think'n (sometimes me brain does that) anyway when I find a poetry line that dont fit sorta thingo- perhaps I could + or - me own words or take a few off  :devil: I'm going through poetry books of poets I've never heard of. he, he. Bet no-ones heard or Ernest Throgemorten or Cicely Scragragget.

Nah! I can see by Lori tappin her foot and the frown on her face that I can count that one out.  :troy:  :troy:


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye


Oh, goody my turn to lead on the dance floor  :p  So's I can put what I like as long as its all pent-up.

Ok been checkin me sillybells....hmm i think :pharoah2  :troy:

'With 'welcome to the world' yet understand'


Robert Graves

To Lucia at Birth

V 1 L3


f a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye
With 'welcome to the world' yet understand



Arnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnie you know who.








 :wizard:  :wizard:

Posted by: Cybele Aug 30 05, 03:25

Arnniiiee  

You make mock of Cicely Scragragget? My all time favourite poet.

How well I remember reciting her jewels at school.

My all time fav was

I feed the birds, it makes me happy
and, though it may seem quite bizarre
Oh! how I wish they'd wear a nappy
when flying over my *£$X*~#!! car


P.S The nuns never told me how to pronounce *£$X*~# .  

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 30 05, 05:18

Hmmmm, I think we should perhpas end this one and start a second poem since Arnniiieeeee    changed the rhyme scheme on this last post? I could make it a couplet ending? Then we need a title.

So far, we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born



01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
 Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
17) To Lucia at Birth by Robert Graves

Posted by: Arnfinn Aug 30 05, 05:52

Nah! Dont be a silly Billy Lori

So I was a bel out, (got line two) of Bobby Graves and a few more in reserve.


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...








'Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born'


I was reading the poetry when Pam got me by the earhole 'n marched me out to the dinner table 'n told me to eat all me vegies or I wouldnt be getting dessert.

Posted by: Arnfinn Aug 30 05, 06:33

Hey Grace,


No ya havent, youve read Cicely Scragragget?

Whhhhhhhhhhhhhooooeee...What a poet! She won the Mabel Prize ya Know!

 :dance:

Yeah! I remember the bird nappy one. Yeah, that was quite a hit. that was the bit kindof what ya couldnt put in.

What a poet Grace,


One of me favourites is 'Me Dustbin on Me Head' Grrrrrrrrrrreat words...

It starts off...

Here I lie in bed, dustbin on me head
Reciting Alex Pope, while I'm smokin dope

Damn it all, Grace can't seem to recall the next couple lines :p

Do ya remember them, she had a standing ovation at the Carnegie Bistro with this one.

You've read Cicely Scragragget--I can't believe it.


Arniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 30 05, 07:46

So which one would you like for the next line John? ???

Posted by: Cybele Aug 30 05, 07:56

Hi Arn,

Please go to the Basilica for the reply to your off topic question.

Sorry Lori. (Oh, that should be in Hermes) Off topic again.  

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 30 05, 18:06

OOohhhh -

This one is very pretty Arrrnnnniieeee:

'Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born'

Who wrote it and what poem?



COOL

Posted by: Arnfinn Aug 31 05, 04:36

Sorry Lori I must apologise.

I'm not giving you a fair go.  :wizard: You are very gracious and so is Grace of course for puting up with me.

I promise to be good from now on.



 :wizard:  :lovie:  :cloud9:  :cheer:  :hsdance:  :laugh:

grovel


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...


'Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born'


Robert Graves

To Lucia at Birth

Verse 1  Line 2


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...
Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born


Howsssssss that.   Not out.


John

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 31 05, 05:29

I think that sounds great John! :hsdacne: Just ONE LAST LINE now to sum up this piece of ours....

Hmmmm - let us all look for something to rhyme with born and sum our thoughts.

So far, we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born



01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
17) To Lucia at Birth by Robert Graves

Posted by: Ephiny Aug 31 05, 07:52

Hello everyone..

Is it ok to join in?  These are just suggestions..they're not great.  The poem sounds brilliant, by the way..a great team effort!

Here they are..

"In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn"
Dylan Thomas "A Refusal to Mourn"

or (although you might need a slightly longer line than this)

"A terrible beauty is born"
from WB Yeats "Easter 1916"

or

"Out of the mouth of plenty's horn,"
also from Yeats "A Prayer for my Daughter"

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Aug 31 05, 16:07

Hi Lucie.

Come on in surely and join us!

I prefer this option you've posted:

Out of the mouth of plenty's horn,
also from Yeats "A Prayer for my Daughter"


as the close. Do you Grace and John agree?

If so, We can post the final poem here and then start a new one (once we've given this first one a title).

Cool!

Cleo

It would look like this:


If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born
Out of the mouth of plenty's horn.


01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
17) To Lucia at Birth by Robert Graves
18) A Prayer for my Daughter by WB Yeats

Posted by: Arnfinn Sep 1 05, 02:26

Lori

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born
Out of the mouth of plenty's horn.


Yes! The lines seem to blend in well.


:pharoah2



Arnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnie  :wizard:  :wizard:  :wizard:  :detective:

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Sep 1 05, 05:36

I agree thanks to Lucie!

If our Grace agrees, we need  title next....

HUGS
Cleo

Posted by: Cybele Sep 5 05, 06:58

Hi Lori, Arniie and Lucy (Welcome! Lovely to see you here)

This has turned out very well n'est pas?

Now for a title.

For consideration may I offer

Renaissance  
Salvation
The calling
From the ashes
Cornucopia


(In no particular order)

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Sep 5 05, 07:03

Because I need the visual again, here is our effort:

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born
Out of the mouth of plenty's horn.


01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
17) To Lucia at Birth by Robert Graves
18) A Prayer for my Daughter by WB Yeats

I vote for the title to be:
The Calling

What do you think? TY Grace!

~Cleo  :claps:

Posted by: Arnfinn Sep 6 05, 06:09

 :cool:  :cool:  :cool:



Well the last couplet refers to the horn of plenty- cornucopia.


So 'The Calling' sounds appropriate.


So I agree with Lori.    :wizard:  :wizard:  :pharoah:  :troy:

Posted by: Ephiny Sep 8 05, 12:56

Yes, The Calling seems very apt and a lovely title:) This is a most enjoyable exercise!!

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Sep 9 05, 17:58

Cool!   Here is the result of our first team effort with this Cento form...

I am also going to post a copy in Karnac as well.

Enjoy!
~Cleo  

The Calling
by Arnfinn, Cleo_Serapis, Cybele and Ephiny

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born
Out of the mouth of plenty's horn.


01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
17) To Lucia at Birth by Robert Graves
18) A Prayer for my Daughter by WB Yeats

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Sep 10 05, 06:42

Hello!

Let's start another, shall we?

I'll start with this:

There was an ancient City, stricken down

(1) 'Four Riddles' by Lewis Carroll


Anyone like to continue (It doesn't have to rhyme).

Cheers!
~Cleo  

Posted by: Ephiny Sep 11 05, 06:45

How about

"Dead-pale between the houses high"

from "The Lady of Shalott" by Alfred Tennyson

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Sep 11 05, 06:53

That's great Lucie!  :pharoah2

So now we have:

There was an ancient City, stricken down
Dead-pale between the houses high

(1) 'Four Riddles' by Lewis Carroll
(2) 'The Lady of Shalott' by Alfred Tennyson

 :dance:

Posted by: Cybele Sep 11 05, 07:44

Hi Lore and Lucie,

Stanza 1 L3

God's pamper'd people whom, debauch'd with ease,

Now we have

There was an ancient City, stricken down
Dead-pale between the houses high
God's pamper'd people whom, debauch'd with ease,
   

(1) 'Four Riddles' by Lewis Carroll
(2) 'The Lady of Shalott' by Alfred Tennyson
(3)'Absalom and Achitophel' by John Dryden

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Sep 11 05, 10:14

Hi everyone!

I'm going to start another tile for the second Mosaic poem effort. I'll add a link to it here once I've created it.

Please go here

http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/cgi-bin/forums/ikonboard.cgi?act=ST;f=18;t=5580;r=1

to continue this second Cento poem.

Cheers!
~Cleo

Posted by: Arnfinn Sep 12 05, 05:49

Hello


There was an ancient City, stricken down
Dead-pale between the houses high

(1) 'Four Riddles' by Lewis Carroll
(2) 'The Lady of Shalott' by Alfred Tennyson


'Among the silver hills of heaven'

(3) 'Bacchus' by Ralph Waldo Emerson


There was an ancient City, stricken down
Dead-pale between the houses high
Among the silver hills of heaven



O'k whadda ya think


Arnie

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Sep 12 05, 06:33

Hi Arniieeeee.....  

Lovely - Ummmm- I've actually started a new tile in this forum (see the link above your post)..

Can you go there please instead?
Please go here

http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/cgi-bin/forums/ikonboard.cgi?act=ST;f=18;t=5580;r=1

Thankies!
~Cleo  

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis Sep 12 05, 06:36

Closing this thread as the first Cento poem is now completed.

   :sun:  :cloud9:  :sings:  :cheer:

Please go here:

Please go here

http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/cgi-bin/forums/ikonboard.cgi?act=ST;f=18;t=5580;r=1

Thankies!
~Cleo  :pharoah2