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On The Pulse Of Morning by Maya Angelou | Poems Rethabile Likes "On The Pulse Of Morning" by Maya Angelou Poet Maya Angelou reads "On The Pulse Of Morning" — delivered at President Clinton's 1993 inauguration. Find her books 📖 Read along On The Pulse Of Morning A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm of their hastening doom Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages. But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully, Come, you may stand upon my Back and face your distant destiny, But seek no haven in my shadow. I will give you no hiding place down here. You, created only a little lower than The angels, have crouched too long ...

Love Is Not All by Edna St. Vincent Millay | Poems Rethabile Likes Love Is Not All by Edna St. Vincent Millay Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain, Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink and rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour, pinned down by need and moaning for release, or nagged by want past resolution's power, I might be driven to sell your love for peace...

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 flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow...

Gaza by Bill Manhire | Poems Rethabile Likes Gaza by Bill Manhire The dead boy tries to open his eyes. He wants to see the world he is leaving. But there is nothing to see here, nothing and nothing, and anyway he is gone. His parents held him while he died but they are both dead, too. Or he held them, no one remembers. 🎧 Listen to Bill Manhire read "Gaza" Your browser does not support the audio element. Poet: @BillManhire Online: @BestNewZealandPoems Book(s): @ThriftBooks ...

Sacred Days by Kay McKenzie Cooke | Poems Rethabile Likes Sacred Days by Kay McKenzie Cooke How I stalled, hiding inside my head, liking it there, cushioned. Being in the world as it was unfolding, with the sun shining neat on to footpaths, the rain's dribble on to hedges and patient mail-boxes, the smell of cooped-up budgies, the deep, warm bath nine o'clock at night, the creak of the passage; all things that cluster to form a town were bearable if the edges were woolly with fabrications. Rhododendrons and marigolds to soften front y...