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Half-Caste by John Agard | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Half-Caste by John Agard | Poems Rethabile Likes Half-Caste by John Agard Excuse me standing on one leg I'm half-caste Explain yuself wha yu mean when yu say half-caste yu mean when picasso mix red an green is a half-caste canvas/ explain yuself wha yu mean when yu say half-caste yu mean when light an shadow mix in de sky is a half-caste weather/ well in dat case england weather nearly always half-caste in fact some o dem cloud half-caste till dem overcast so spiteful dem dont want de sun pass ah rass/ explain y...

The Bedstuy Notebook: The Men by Jacqueline Johnson | Poems Rethabile Likes

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The Bedstuy Notebook: The Men by Jacqueline Johnson | Poems Rethabile Likes The Bedstuy Notebook: The Men by Jacqueline Johnson Some men know what to do with a woman tell difference between the scent of girls sounds of a woman underneath them. Men who know how to open the sky in a woman in one glance, what moment is plum for lovin’ drum meaning memory. Some men know what to do with their hands how to set a house on its foundation, how to hold a woman gently, like smooth wood of a hammer as they follow anywhere she wants to go. Other men know how to build things, ...

Here in Katmandu by Donald Justice | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Here in Katmandu by Donald Justice | Poems Rethabile Likes Here in Katmandu by Donald Justice We have climbed the mountain. There’s nothing more to do. It is terrible to come down To the valley Where, amidst many flowers, One thinks of snow, As, formerly, amidst snow, Climbing the mountain, One thought of flowers, Tremulous, ruddy with dew, In the valley. One caught their scent coming down. It is difficult to adjust, once down, To the absence of snow. Clear days, from the valley, One looks up at the mountain. What else is there to do? Prayer wheels, flowe...