The Oxford Cento

The concept of Cento is interesting. On the poem session of one recent Sunday's New York Times book review, is the Oxford Cento. I liked this following paragrah particularly:

One's sex asserts itself.
Desire And that White Sustenance---
Despair--in a Sahara of snow,
As a sort of mournful cosmic last resort.
Meanwhile, the men, with vestiges of pomp,
Weep for what little things could make them glad.
We hurt each other as the bridegroom and the bride hurt each other.

Life without any news of you, is an empty vessel, even it still holds sunshine, hope, and small goals to be accomplished, in order to go on.

So today when I know that you are doing fine, life is overspilled for the first time in 4 weeks, with not only pain, but some joy.