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Blood Feud by Elinor Wylie | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Blood Feud by Elinor Wylie | Poems Rethabile Likes Blood Feud by Elinor Wylie Once, when my husband was a child, there came To his father's table, one who called him kin, In sunbleached corduroys paler than his skin. His look was grave and kind; he bore the name Of the dead singer of Senlac, and his smile. Shyly and courteously he smiled and spoke; "I've been in the laurel since the winter broke; Four months, I reckon; yes, sir, quite a while." He'd killed a score of foemen in the past, In some blood feud, a dark and monstrous thing; To him it seemed his duty. At the last His enemies found him...

L'Origine du Monde by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes

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L'Origine du Monde by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes L'Origine du Monde by Rethabile Masilo 1866. Who can’t like the way Courbet painted women? Jo on the bed with her head thrown back, as Gustave fiddles with brush and palette. That is how it ought to be, for heaven told us to call the sun when in trouble, call the wind, raise rivers off their floors. But is this iron lung mine? Plastic heart mine? My face can no longer be stretched. Am I wearing plastic boobs or a rubber crotch? High over mountains, above a hawk that stares with beady eye, above the stratosphere and beyond, no distinct air can breathe. The ozone layer has even fashioned a funne...

Happy Birthday, Miguel Hernández! | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Happy Birthday, Miguel Hernández! | Poems Rethabile Likes 🎂 Happy Birthday, Miguel Hernández! Poet • Dramatist • born 30 October 1910 Today we celebrate the birthday of Miguel Hernández — a Spanish poet whose rural upbringing gave his writing a close connection to animals, agricultural work, and the natural world. Largely self-educated, he became a powerful voice of love, loss, and Republican commitment during the Spanish Civil War. Here is his "Lullaby of the Onion," written from prison after his wife wrote that she had only bread and onions to eat. Addressed to their infant son, it sets tenderness and a child's laughter against hunger. Lullaby of the Onion (dedicated to his son, after receiving a letter from his wife in which she said she had nothing to eat but bread an...