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A Secret Life by Stephen Dunn | Poems Rethabile Likes A Secret Life by Stephen Dunn Why you need to have one is not much more mysterious than why you don't say what you think at the birth of an ugly baby. Or, you've just made love and feel you'd rather have been in a dark booth where your partner was nodding, whispering yes, yes, you're brilliant. The secret life begins early, is kept alive by all that's unpopular in you, all that you know a Baptist, say, or some other accountant would object to. It becomes what you'd most protect if the government said you ...

Carry Me Away by Henri Michaux | Poems Rethabile Likes Carry Me Away by Henri Michaux Carry me away into a Portuguese boat of once, Into an old and gentle Portuguese boat of once, Into the stem of the boat, or if you wish, into the foam, And lose me, in the distance, in the distance. Into the yoking of another time. Into the deceiving velvet of snow. Into the breath of some dogs brought together again. Into the weary gathering of dead leaves. Carry me, without breaking me, into kisses, Into breasts that raise themselves and breathe, On palms covering them and their smile, Into the corridors of long bones, and o...

Antidotes to Fear of Death by Rebecca Elson | Poems Rethabile Likes Antidotes to Fear of Death by Rebecca Elson Sometimes as an antidote To fear of death, I eat the stars. Those nights, lying on my back, I suck them from the quenching dark Til they are all, all inside me, Pepper hot and sharp. Sometimes, instead, I stir myself Into a universe still young, Still warm as blood: No outer space, just space, The light of all the not yet stars Drifting like a bright mist, And all of us, and everything Already there But unconstrained by form. And sometimes it's enough ...

why some people be mad at me sometimes by Lucille Clifton | Poems Rethabile Likes why some people be mad at me sometimes by Lucille Clifton they ask me to remember but they want me to remember their memories and i keep on remembering mine. Poet: @LucilleClifton Online: @TheDewDrop Book(s): @AbeBooks Guidelines ☼ Archive ☼ Random Poem ☼ Privacy Subscribe ☼ Suggest A Poem ☼ ☕ Buy Me Co...

Almost Midnight by Deborah A. Miranda | Poems Rethabile Likes Almost Midnight by Deborah A. Miranda Wife and dogs have gone to bed. I sit here with the front door open. Crickets sing patiently, a long lullaby in lazy harmony. Rain falls on our tin roof; sharp taps of reality, start and stop. I breathe myself back into my body. Come back, self. You've been out fighting demons and bullies and liars. You've been talking to an electronic box with no ears. You've been cheering for a democracy that doesn't exist. We're all walking on bones. Some of...

Thomas Thistlewood and Tom by Pamela Mordecai | Poems Rethabile Likes "Thomas Thistlewood and Tom" by Pamela Mordecai Poet Pamela Mordecai reads from "Thomas Thistlewood and Tom" — a searing excerpt from her collection Subversive Sonnets (Tsar Books, 2012). Find her books Mordecai's Subversive Sonnets confronts the history of slavery in Jamaica through the figure of Thomas Thistlewood — a real historical figure, an eighteenth-century plantation overseer whose diaries documented, in clinical detail, the systematic torture and rape of enslaved people. In this excerpt, the poet gives voice to Tom — both the enslaved man and the ghost of Thistlewood's own name. The lines are unbearable and necessary: "I tell myself: 'So many days I dig the soft g...