Cento: on Plagiarism

At night, I do not know who I am………………………Abse

When I consider how my light is spent……………….Milton

I am become a stranger to my dreams………………..Kathleen Raine

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When I have fears that I may cease to be…………….Keats

Let me at least collect your smells…………………….Annabelle Despard

I think no longer of the antique city…………………..Causley

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I have been one acquainted with the night…………..Frost

I love to see the old heath’s withered brake………….Clare

When I grow up and you get small……………………..Holub

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I am – yet what I am none cares or knows……………Clare

Once, in finesse of fiddle found I ecstasy…………….T E Hulme

I met a traveller in an antique land……………………Shelley

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Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths………………Yeats

If ever two were one, then surely we………………….Anne Bradstreet

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All lines taken from Poems On The Underground

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Steven Waling is the author of Travelator (Salt), Captured Yes (Knives Forks & Spoons) and Hello GCHQ, among other books. He lives in Manchester, making poems from the stuff around him.

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