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Haunted Importantly by Jack Gilbert | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Haunted Importantly by Jack Gilbert | Poems Rethabile Likes Haunted Importantly by Jack Gilbert It was in the transept of the church, winter in the stones, the dim light brightening on her, when Linda said, Listen. Listen to this, she said. When he put his ear against the massive door, there were spirits singing inside. He hunted for it afterward. In Madrid, he heard a bell begin somewhere in the night rain. Worked his way through the tangle of alleys, the sound deeper and more powerful as he got closer. Short of the plaza, it filled all of him and he turned back. No need, he thought, to see the bell. It was not the bell he was tr...

When? by Albino Pierro | Poems Rethabile Likes

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When? by Albino Pierro | Poems Rethabile Likes When? by Albino Pierro And yet I feel content and don't get tired of slashing with my fingers through the air, tarantella-like. The hands have the power of a stone that hisses in a fury once it's thrown and crashes into a wall, but they instead are sharply pointed hammers that want to dig to find a voice or spark within the dark. Ah, these madmen, these madmen that gnaw on stones like sugar; By the armful, I know, they should be flung into ravines, hissing, hissing; but maybe more stubbo...

My Grandmother’s Love Letters by Hart Crane | Poems Rethabile Likes

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My Grandmother’s Love Letters by Hart Crane | Poems Rethabile Likes My Grandmother’s Love Letters by Hart Crane There are no stars tonight But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there is In the loose girdle of soft rain. There is even room enough For the letters of my mother’s mother, Elizabeth, That have been pressed so long Into a corner of the roof That they are brown and soft, And liable to melt as snow. Over the greatness of such space Steps must be gentle. It is all hung by an invisible white hair. It trembles as birch limbs webbing the air. And...