Think of your favorite poem by your favorite poet. Write a poem in which you include a phrase or line from that poem, worked into some different but related context.
I might use a line from this one by Sylvia Plath:
Morning Song
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
December 22, 2007
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I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, Eyes--
Inches (crawling)
Meters (beating)
Hours (ticking)
Liters (spilling)
Still fascinated to presume
That Some--are like My Own--
*First and last lines from Emily Dickinson
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