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Louisiana Line by Betty Adcock | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Happy Birthday, Betty Adcock! | Poems Rethabile Likes 🎂 Happy Birthday, Betty Adcock! Poet · Teacher · Editor · born 16 September 1938 Today we celebrate the birthday of Betty Adcock — one of the finest poets of the American South. Here is her haunting poem, “Louisiana Line,” a meditation on place, memory, and the way history keeps speaking through the things we build and leave behind. The poem moves with the quiet precision that characterizes Adcock's best work — cotton gins and icehouses, porch swings and lopped gates, and a wind that lifts "the thin flags of the town." Adcock was born on this day in 1938 in San Augustine, Texas, and has lived much of her life in North Carolina. She published six collections of poetry, including Walking Out , Beholdings , and Rough Fugue , and recei...

Does God have a listening device? by Abigail George | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Does God have a listening device? by Abigail George | Poems Rethabile Likes Does God have a listening device? by Abigail George because you are a drug addict because you are a thief because you are promiscuous and you told your boyfriend to tell my brother that he, the guy you were seeing, had a gun You abandoned the child left your daughter with her paternal grandmother You're so bad that you were in my brother's bed the night your mother died Your sisters cared and cooked for her while my brother gave you pleasure, you moaned into the darkness, into the half-light, as the silvery moonlight covered the...

Happy Birthday: If We Must Die by Claude McKay | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Happy Birthday, Claude McKay! | Poems Rethabile Likes 🎂 Happy Birthday, Claude McKay! Poet • Novelist • Harlem Renaissance • born 15 September 1890 Today we celebrate the birthday of Claude McKay — a central figure of the Harlem Renaissance and one of the most powerful voices against racism and oppression. Here is his immortal sonnet, "If We Must Die." Another favourite of mine is The Harlem Dancer . If We Must Die If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursèd lot. If we must die, O let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead! O kinsmen! we must meet the common ...