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Horns by Kwame Dawes | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Horns by Kwame Dawes | Poems Rethabile Likes Horns by Kwame Dawes I hear them in the morning, the horns, the long, deep groan of ships at dawn, the sound of something leaving, something gone. And then the taxis, the quick hot blast of impatience at a corner, a crosswalk, a signal just turned green, a pedestrian slow. The horns of our hunger, the horns of the market, the brass of negotiation, the small furious beep of a moped weaving. At noon, the big rigs, the log trucks blowing for curves, the warning, the prayer of the mountain road, the echo off the gorge. Some horns are ceremonial: the high, thin cry of a bride leaving, the bleat of a carnival float, the call to worship—the wooden horn. And in the evening, the freight train horn...

Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney | Poems Rethabile Likes Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots. Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills We trekked and picked unt...

She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron | Poems Rethabile Likes

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She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron | Poems Rethabile Likes She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So s...

Why Poetry Can Be Hard for Most People by Dorothea Lasky | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Why Poetry Can Be Hard for Most People by Dorothea Lasky | Poems Rethabile Likes Why Poetry Can Be Hard for Most People by Dorothea Lasky Because speaking to the dead is not something you want to do When you have other things to do in your day Like take out the trash or use the vacuum In the edge between the stove and cupboard Because the rat is everywhere Crawling around Or more so walking And it doesn’t even notice you It has its own intentions And is searching for that perfect bag of potato chips like you once were Because life is no more important than eating Or fucking Or talking someone into fucking ...

The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams | Poems Rethabile Likes

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The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams | Poems Rethabile Likes The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens Poet: @WilliamCarlosWilliams Online: @PoetryFoundation Book(s): @ThriftBooks Guidelines ☼ Archive ☼ Random Poem ☼ Privacy Subscribe ☼ Suggest A Poem ...

Preludes by T.S. Eliot | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Preludes by T.S. Eliot | Poems Rethabile Likes Preludes by T.S. Eliot I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps. II The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the sawdust-trampled street With all its muddy feet that press To early coffee-stands. With the other masquerades That time resumes, One thinks of all the hands That are raising dingy sh...

Excerpted Sequences by Jumoke Verissimo | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Excerpted Sequences by Jumoke Verissimo | Poems Rethabile Likes Excerpted Sequences by Jumoke Verissimo 011011011-a remember the first sign of goodbye tiptoed across unfolded and folded we are lost so much now it will not happen again 011011011-b pause something calcified how can the world not end? damn saboteurs causing panic to fight again have they forgotten we haven’t healed? Poet: @JumokeVerissimo Online: @Poems.com Bo...