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The Unchosen by Judson Jerome | Poems Rethabile Likes The Unchosen by Judson Jerome I guess I have a deficiency. God never said boo to me when as a boy I stood straining in church with muscular endeavor for the sweet squirt of salvation. I never could see why He spoke to this or that old lady, sending her, hallelujah, down the aisle. Was I alone in the congregation vile? Or was their claim of…
What I Believe by Michael Blumenthal | Poems Rethabile Likes What I Believe by Michael Blumenthal I believe there is no justice, but that cottongrass and bunchberry grow on the mountain. I believe that a scorpion's sting will kill a man, but that his wife will remarry. I believe that, the older we get, the weaker the body, but the stronger the soul. I believe that if you roll over at night in an…
Canto Two [excerpt] by John Shade (from Pale Fire) | Poems Rethabile Likes Canto Two [excerpt] by John Shade (A poet in Vladimir Nabokov's novel "Pale Fire") There was a time in my demented youth When somehow I suspected that the truth About survival after death was known To every human being: I alone Knew nothing, and a great conspiracy Of books and people hid the truth from me. There was the day…
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden | Poems Rethabile Likes Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I…
Bachata by Geoffrey Philp | Poems Rethabile Likes Bachata by Geoffrey Philp After every party in our house when the reggae, reggaeton, R&B have exhausted the younger couples, and they sit separately to cool down, I want to dance with you, the way our friends, Miguel and Ramona, who have made a promise, that despite their struggle with lawyers, bill collectors, and cancer, they will never leave…
i carry your heart with me by E.E. Cummings | Poems Rethabile Likes "i carry your heart with me" by E.E. Cummings Poet E.E. Cummings reads "i carry your heart with me." Find his books 📖 Read along i carry your heart with me i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no…
Come to me, his blood by Martha Rhodes | Poems Rethabile Likes Come to me, his blood by Martha Rhodes Come to me, his blood, so I may cup you, be reservoir and ladle, both— clean, store, and stir. Then serve you back to him. Come to me, his blood, ill, so I may warm, sieve, and funnel you back to him; his cheeks ruddy again, his head in my lap. The wind is up! and sails our boat across Farm Pond,…
Killing by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes Killing by Rethabile Masilo Chauvin kills the way my grandfather did, by choking the last, stifled breath in a goat's throat with his knee, before cutting its neck with a knife, in the evening on a sultry day in May, before dinner, its bleats of I-can't-breathe! caught in the gullet of its throat. My grandfather's knee was deaf to pleas—there was…
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas | Poems Rethabile Likes "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas Actor Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas 's "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night." Find Thomas's books 📖 Read along Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the…
Happy Birthday, Donald Justice! | Poems Rethabile Likes 🎂 Happy Birthday, Donald Justice! Poet · Teacher · Musician · born 12 August 1925 Today we celebrate the 101st birthday of Donald Justice — one of the finest American poets of the twentieth century. Here is his exquisite sonnet, “The Wall,” a meditation on Eden, innocence, and the fall. The poem moves with the quiet precision that…
In Detention by Chris Van Wyk | Poems Rethabile Likes In Detention by Chris Van Wyk He fell from the ninth floor He hanged himself He slipped on a piece of soap while washing He hanged himself He slipped on a piece of soap while washing He fell from the ninth floor He hanged himself while washing He slipped from the ninth floor He hung from the ninth floor He slipped on the ninth floor while…
