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Portrait d'une Femme by Ezra Pound | Poems Rethabile Likes Portrait d'une Femme by Ezra Pound Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, London has swept about you this score years And bright ships left you this or that in fee: Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things, Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares of price. Great minds have sought you—lacking someone else. You have been second always. Tragical? No. You preferred it to the usual thing: One dull man, dulling and uxorious, One average mind—with one thought less, each year. Oh, you are patient, I have seen you sit Hours, where something might have floate...

The Truly Great by Stephen Spender | Poems Rethabile Likes The Truly Great by Stephen Spender I think continually of those who were truly great. Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history Through corridors of light, where the hours are suns, Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition Was that their lips, still touched with fire, Should tell of the Spirit, clothed from head to foot in song. And who hoarded from the Spring branches The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms. What is precious, is never to forget The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs Breaking through rocks in wor...

Two Evening Moons by Federico García Lorca | Poems Rethabile Likes Two Evening Moons by Federico García Lorca I [ For Laurita, my sister's friend ] The moon is dead dead — it will come back to life in the spring when a south wind ruffles the brow of the poplars when our hearts yield their harvest of sighs when the roofs wear their grass hats The moon is dead dead — it will come back to life in the spring II [ For Isabelita, my sister ] The evening sings a lullaby to the oranges My little sister sings "the earth is an orange" ...

Behind A Stone Wall by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes Behind A Stone Wall by Rethabile Masilo Behind a stone wall stands the rest of my father, carrying a book with pages we will never turn. We had buried him in a casket lined with newspapers to keep his face annoyed, because freedom is immortal, he thought. He holds the book like a slab of concrete we should build the rest of our lives on, like someone saying, while lifting the marble off a tomb: here's what's to be dealt with. He looks like himself battling a plough into submission. At the sound of his voice our dog whimp...

Like A Flower In The Rain by Charles Bukowski | Poems Rethabile Likes Like A Flower In The Rain by Charles Bukowski I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt as she sat upright in bed spreading lotion over her arms face and breasts after bathing. then she lit a cigarette: "don't let this put you off," and smoked and continued to rub the lotion on. I continued to rub the cunt. "you want an apple?" I asked. "sure," she said, "you got one?" but I got to her— ...

Affirmation by Donald Hall | Poems Rethabile Likes Affirmation by Donald Hall To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a grandfather dies. Then we row for years on the midsummer pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage, that began without harm, scatters into debris on the shore, and a friend from school drops cold on a rocky strand. If a new love carries us past middle age, our wife will die at her strongest and most beautiful. New women come and go. All go. The pretty lover who announces...