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What I Believe by Michael Blumenthal | Poems Rethabile Likes What I Believe by Michael Blumenthal I believe there is no justice, but that cottongrass and bunchberry grow on the mountain. I believe that a scorpion's sting will kill a man, but that his wife will remarry. I believe that, the older we get, the weaker the body, but the stronger the soul. I believe that if you roll over at night in an empty bed, the air consoles you. I believe that no one is spared the darkness, and no one gets all of it. I believe we all drown eventually ...

Canto Two [excerpt] by John Shade (from Pale Fire) | Poems Rethabile Likes Canto Two [excerpt] by John Shade (A poet in Vladimir Nabokov's novel "Pale Fire") There was a time in my demented youth When somehow I suspected that the truth About survival after death was known To every human being: I alone Knew nothing, and a great conspiracy Of books and people hid the truth from me. There was the day when I began to doubt Man's sanity: How could he live without Knowing for sure what dawn, what death, what doom Awaited consciousness beyond the tomb? And finally there was the sleepless night ...

Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden | Poems Rethabile Likes Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house. Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know ...

Bachata by Geoffrey Philp | Poems Rethabile Likes Bachata by Geoffrey Philp After every party in our house when the reggae, reggaeton, R&B have exhausted the younger couples, and they sit separately to cool down, I want to dance with you, the way our friends, Miguel and Ramona, who have made a promise, that despite their struggle with lawyers, bill collectors, and cancer, they will never leave each other, and whenever the bachata begins— we stop to watch how he will catch her— she spins out of his arm's reach they pass like strangers, but then his hand finds the small of he...