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Two Evening Moons by Federico García Lorca | Poems Rethabile Likes Two Evening Moons by Federico García Lorca I [ For Laurita, my sister's friend ] The moon is dead dead — it will come back to life in the spring when a south wind ruffles the brow of the poplars when our hearts yield their harvest of sighs when the roofs wear their grass hats The moon is dead dead — it will come back to life in the spring II [ For Isabelita, my sister ] The evening sings a lullaby to the oranges My little sister sings "the earth is an orange" ...

Behind A Stone Wall by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes Behind A Stone Wall by Rethabile Masilo Behind a stone wall stands the rest of my father, carrying a book with pages we will never turn. We had buried him in a casket lined with newspapers to keep his face annoyed, because freedom is immortal, he thought. He holds the book like a slab of concrete we should build the rest of our lives on, like someone saying, while lifting the marble off a tomb: here's what's to be dealt with. He looks like himself battling a plough into submission. At the sound of his voice our dog whimp...

Like A Flower In The Rain by Charles Bukowski | Poems Rethabile Likes Like A Flower In The Rain by Charles Bukowski I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt as she sat upright in bed spreading lotion over her arms face and breasts after bathing. then she lit a cigarette: "don't let this put you off," and smoked and continued to rub the lotion on. I continued to rub the cunt. "you want an apple?" I asked. "sure," she said, "you got one?" but I got to her— ...

Affirmation by Donald Hall | Poems Rethabile Likes Affirmation by Donald Hall To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a grandfather dies. Then we row for years on the midsummer pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage, that began without harm, scatters into debris on the shore, and a friend from school drops cold on a rocky strand. If a new love carries us past middle age, our wife will die at her strongest and most beautiful. New women come and go. All go. The pretty lover who announces...

A Crazed Girl by W. B. Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes A Crazed Girl by W. B. Yeats That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling she knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hun...

If I Must Die by Refaat Alareer | Poems Rethabile Likes If I Must Die by Refaat Alareer If I must die, you must live to tell my story to sell my things to buy a piece of cloth and some strings, (make it white with a long tail) so that a child, somewhere in Gaza while looking heaven in the eye awaiting his dad who left in a blaze — and bid no one farewell not even to his flesh not even to himself — sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above, and thinks for a moment an angel is there bringing back love. If I must die let it bring hope, ...