Poems Rethabile Likes

Daddy by Sylvia Plath | Poems Rethabile Likes Daddy by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Sc...

There is music by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes There is music by Rethabile Masilo in old men's hands, when sounds together come to crush the caesura, like an old photograph torn years ago and now wanting its memory back, a dermis stretching to help scar the cut just like goat skins over drums in Africa, music yet to be born until then, born the way he filled that bar with it, a stream of altos that had suddenly entered the hall together. Low flying. But what had that music to do with us to require all of this? For afterwards, his fingers flew, or seemed to fly, surprising every key in its sleep with a kis...