Wafted the Sound of Voices

The fisherman called
Conscious of the shore.
 
“Begone! You are my creator, but I am your
Master; — obey!”
 
“Your threats cannot move me
In cold blood,
Your words will only exasperate my rage.”
 
“Shall each man,
Hate; but beware!
Your happiness for ever.”

This is a found poem.

Source: Shelley, Mary and J. Paul Hunter. Frankenstein. Second Norton Critical Edition ed., W.W. Norton & Company, 2012.

Spark of Existence

Despair had not
Rage and revenge.
 
The cold stars
Waved their branches
Amidst the universal stillness.
 
I bore a
Luxury of sensation.
I declared the species, heard the voices of men, and knew
To devote
“The pleasant sunshine to
Help believing
In my behalf.”

This is a found poem.

Source: Shelley, Mary and J. Paul Hunter. Frankenstein. Second Norton Critical Edition ed., W.W. Norton & Company, 2012.

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Sara Pisak is a graduate student earning her MFA in creative nonfiction from Wilkes University. Sara has recently published work in Poetry in Transit, Deaf Poets Society, Five:2:One Magazine, and Glass Poetry. You can follow her writing adventures on Twitter @SaraPisak10.