The night has been long,
the eye follows, the land
Curtains forcing their will
Give me your hand
The night has been long,
Lying, thinking,
It is true,
You may write me down in history.
The night has been long,
When great trees fall,
When you see me sitting quietly,
I keep on dying again.
(Source : first line cento from poems of ‘Maya Angleou’, source text link : https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YuEZ2gcTQw9SCJr9Gr7TjxA7FfdhXArD1CHJxVvvrVE/edit?usp=drivesdk )
On first read this poem gave me imagery and thoughts to ponder, and when I got to the end and realised how it came to be, I read it again. The emotional context rose up off the page!