Hope is the thing with feathers,
the soul unto itself,
without the fear to justify.
Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,
between eternity and time,
of all the souls that stand to create...
Surrender is a sort unknown,
superiority to fate,
so we must keep apart,
and dream the days away.
Author notes
Emily Dickenson Cento
Hope Line 1
XV Line 1
Too Much Line 16
The Goal Line 5
Bequest Line 7
Choice Line 1
Saved! Line 9
Superiority To Fate...Line 1
In Vain Line 45
The Grass Line 18
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Comments
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I had no idea that this was a cento until I read your notes. How you can fit poetic lines together so well is a true gift.
Love,
Amera♥

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This one is well created, took me a few reads to grasp the meanings, lol of course I got interrupted several times.

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Excellent
Wow, amazing. Such a beautiful write. So well written. Best of luck in the contest.

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Wow~
Beautiful Brevity~ this is Inspiring~ Want to read more
You are so darn good at these Precious One
Woot!!
Centos give me the
at times
My head swells with line this and that when I try to pen~ but You versed this with ease

Thank You for sharing Your Talent and Voice~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes always
with much love & light~ Desire~*~





