Taken from: A Separate Peace by John Knowles
"No"
Here you are in your solitary splendor, skylarks and splashes and petalbearing breezes.
Sleep suspended all but changed nothing. Dreams of escape and a clean start lost their meaning for me.
I reckoned my responsibilities by the light of the unsentimental night sky.
A conventional background of domestic white and schoolboy blue almost caught the rhythym of it; the dancing, clicking, jangle of it, on the prow of a cahoe like a river god.
Winter and Waves
Peace had deserted Devon
High spirits came hard in the haze
It scattered the easy going summer spirit like so many fallen leaves
We seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men
Eluded by a word from Phineas, I had simply ducked, that was all, and the wave’s concentrated power had hurtled harmlessly overhead
He shared nothing, knew nothing, felt nothing as Phineas had done
This little snow, this harmless trick
Like noiseless invaders conquering because they took possession so
Sharp stars pierced singly through the blackness… single chilled points of light, as unromantic as knife blades
Illuminating the dust and splinters of the hall floor
Although the playing fields were crusted under a foot of congealed snow and the river was now a hard gray-white lane of ice between gaunt and trees, peace had come back to Devon for me
The Last of the Autumn Sun
Sharp stars pierced singly through the blackness
The rays of the receding autumn sun
An unfriendly, discomforting breath of air, an edge of wintery chill, air that shriveled, soon to put out the lights on the countryside
I ran a large circle around him
There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream
"Listen Pal, if I can't play sports, you're going to play them for me."
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Found Poems
PoetryFound poems are quite self explanatory by their title. Simply, lines are taken from a text and rearranged to create a poem.
