A Concrete Renga.

"...the real, not the calendar 20th century ended yesterday too."
--H G Poetics

Napoleon the Novelist.


"A cento from Glenaveril"

Caged in a topaz with a blazing dome.
Nor was it from that visionary grot
His vast vicarious journey over seas
Of those illimitable realms that rest
(For the Subjunctive Mood's an autocrat)
Too late to be repaired. As his distress
Of dainty bells? Who knows? in every scene
Along the hedge the honeysuckle flings
And who is injured if it chance to fit?

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