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We who went into the 4 a.m. of the world regretting nothing but an unfinished song. We who were murdered in the darkest lanes and at the corner of the street. I was much further out than you thought, starless and fatherless, a dark water - rescue me from this ocean. In this part of the story I am the one who changes minute by minute. Beauty is the sole business of poetry - I go on loving you like water but every night fire breaks out from windows in Üsküdar.
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
Cento, for E--
We who went into the 4 a.m. of the world regretting nothing but an unfinished song. We who were murdered in the darkest lanes and at the corner of the street. I was much further out than you thought, starless and fatherless, a dark water - rescue me from this ocean. In this part of the story I am the one who changes minute by minute. Beauty is the sole business of poetry - I go on loving you like water but every night fire breaks out from windows in Üsküdar.
In a Cento, every line comes from a different poem. In this one, the sequence of poets is: Ezra Pound; Nazim Hikmet; Faiz Ahmed Faiz; T. S. Eliot; Stevie Smith; Sylvia Plath; Nizar Qabbani; Pablo Neruda; W. B. Yeats; Robinson Jeffers; John Ashbery; Necip Fazıl Kısakürek.
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
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