Cento: A piece of writing especially a poem composed wholly of quotations from the works of other writers: Collins English
A mesmerizing book. Elegiac, cryptic, defiant, and often comical. A book to be savored and revisited. Yeats once described poetry as a quarrel with the self. The Wet Clay of My Heart explores that sensibility in all its beauty and contradictions.
Cento 42
In your dream a figure appears, touches your face, and asks if he might share the poor bread of your sorrow. There are days when death illuminates everything. We live in a rainbow of chaos. Whatever you start out as, you end up as something else
Cento 43
How does one go about dying? The world is full of people who have never died. And so it stays just on the edge of vision, a small unfocused blur. My hand dances in the memory of a million vanished stars.
Cento 55
We know nothing of our own souls. How much we have to take on trust every minute we live! Perhaps holding back from suffering is the only suffering you may be able to avoid. I love the earth, and always in its wild darkness, I am a stranger.