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The Mountain by Elizabeth Bishop | Poems Rethabile Likes

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The Mountain by Elizabeth Bishop | Poems Rethabile Likes The Mountain by Elizabeth Bishop At evening, something behind me. I start for a second, I blench, or staggeringly halt and burn, I do not know my age. In the morning it is different. An open book confronts me, too close to read in comfort. Tell me how old I am. And then the valleys stuff impenetrable mists like cotton in my ears. I do not know my age. I do not mean to complain. They say it is my fault. Nobody tells me anything. Tell me how old I am. The deepest demarcations c...

Prayer by Carol Ann Duffy | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Prayer by Carol Ann Duffy | Poems Rethabile Likes Prayer by Carol Ann Duffy Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself. So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands and stare at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift. Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth enters our hearts, that small familiar pain; then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth in the distant Latin chanting of a train. Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales console the lodger looking out across a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls a child’s name as though they named their loss. ...

September by Jennifer Michael Hecht | Poems Rethabile Likes

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September by Jennifer Michael Hecht | Poems Rethabile Likes September by Jennifer Michael Hecht Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want. I let my oars fall into the water. Good for them. Good for them, getting what they want. The night is so still that I forget to breathe. The dark air is getting colder. Birds are leaving. Tonight there are people getting just what they need. The air is so still that it seems to stop my heart. I remember you in a black and white photograph taken this time of some year. You were leaning against a half-shed tree, standing in the leaves the tree had lost. When I finally exhale it takes forever ...