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Gift by Czeslaw Milosz | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Gift by Czeslaw Milosz | Poems Rethabile Likes Gift by Czesław Miłosz translated from the Polish by the poet A day so happy. Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I knew no one worth my envying him. Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot. To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me. In my body I felt no pain. When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails. Poet: @PoetryFoundation Source: @Scottish Poetry Library Book(s): @AbeBooks ...

Happy Birthday Mary Oliver | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Happy Birthday, Mary Oliver! | Poems Rethabile Likes 🎂 Happy Birthday, Mary Oliver! Poet • Pulitzer Winner • National Book Award • born 10 September 1935 Today we celebrate the birthday of Mary Oliver — one of America’s most beloved and widely read poets. Here is her masterful poem, "When Death Comes," a meditation on mortality, curiosity, and the call to live fully. When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look ...

Ink Is Blood by David Barnes | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Ink Is Blood by David Barnes | Poems Rethabile Likes ink is blood by David Barnes ink is blood that courses through the arteries of the mind containing all colours within its darkness flowing in search of light and release to the rhythmic pulse of the heart words are shorthand for experience and imagination a currency of vision and desire exchanged without loss words are the seed crystals that drop into the jar that contains the soul and expand into fractal mosaics they are lights in the dark syllables that touch off recollection of other voices that re-ignite un-memories in the inaccessible corners...