Posts

Poem Of The Day

Warning by Jenny Joseph | Poems Rethabile Likes

By -
Image
Warning by Jenny Joseph | Poems Rethabile Likes Warning by Jenny Joseph When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat A...
Post a Comment
Read more

After the Beginning by Linda Gregg | Poems Rethabile Likes

By -
Image
After the Beginning by Linda Gregg | Poems Rethabile Likes After the Beginning by Linda Gregg The woman is preparing her body for sleep. She hangs the hair forward and it almost touches her feet. After brushing, she throws it up and back on to her shoulders. Then splashes water on her face twenty times. There is someone inside her happier than she is, waking as she goes to sleep. A child rolls a ball to where Death stands and waits for him to roll it back. But Death does not touch it. Death covers his face with his hands and turns away. The child runs after wanting to play. The woman w...
2 comments
Read more

Happy Birthday, Vinicius de Moraes! | Poems Rethabile Likes

By -
Image
Happy Birthday, Vinicius de Moraes! | Poems Rethabile Likes 🎂 Happy Birthday, Vinicius de Moraes! Poet • Lyricist • Diplomat • Bossa Nova pioneer • born 19 October 1913 Today we celebrate the birthday of Vinicius de Moraes — one of Brazil's most beloved poets and the lyricist behind some of the most enduring songs of the bossa nova. Here is his tender, luminous "Annunciation," a dialogue between a mother and her daughter, in which an angel scatters petals and the ordinary world turns holy. Annunciation Montevideo Virgin! Daughter of mine Where have you been You’re all dirty You smell of jasmine Your skirt’s stained carmine And your earrings are clinking Tlintlintlin? Mother dear I’ve been in the garden I went to look at the sky And I fell asleep. When I awok...
2 comments
Read more