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Silet by Ezra Pound | Poems Rethabile Likes Silet by Ezra Pound When I behold how black, immortal ink Drips from my deathless pen - ah, well-away! Why should we stop at all for what I think? There is enough in what I chance to say. It is enough that we once came together; What is the use of setting it to rime? When it is autumn do we get spring weather, Or gather may of harsh northwindish time? It is enough that we once came together; What if the wind have turned against the rain? It is enough that we once came together; Time has seen this, and will not turn again; And who are we, ...

Mercy by Tyehimba Jess | Poems Rethabile Likes Mercy by Tyehimba Jess The war speaks at night with its lips of shredded children, with its brow of plastique and its fighter jet breath, and then it speaks at daybreak with the soft slur of money unfolding leaf upon leaf. It speaks between the news programs in the music of commercials, then sings in the voices of a national anthem. It has a dirty coin jingle in its step, it has a hand of many lost hands, a palm of missing fingers, the stump of an arm that it lost reaching up to heaven, a foot that digs a trench for its dead. ...

Janice’s poem by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes "Janice’s poem" by Rethabile Masilo Poet and Publisher Phil Rice reads Masilo's "Janice’s poem" — a journey of dawn, dust, and the echo of light. Find his books Janice’s poem When you get there, the horses of dawn before you, the furious wheels of drawn carts, each distance hard-won with sweated salt, the road flat between miles; tense; only hoof and sound of wheel loud above the air, proof that this is not just a bad dream, who can say what's best to do for our calm? You sit like sculpted ivory among jaded colours, something in the face you wear, hung like a mask on walls of inner rooms, something in the sound whose echo names you, the morning of which rose out of the g...

Drink Your Tea by Thich Nhat Hanh | Poems Rethabile Likes Drink Your Tea by Thich Nhat Hanh Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves – slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future; Live the actual moment. Only this moment is life. Poet: @ThichNhatHanh Online: @PoetSeers Book(s): @PlumVillage Guidelines ☼ Archive ☼ Random Poem ☼ Privacy ☼ ...

Thanks by W.S. Merwin | Poems Rethabile Likes Thanks by W.S. Merwin Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow for the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water looking out in different directions. back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging after funerals we are saying thank you after the news of the dead whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you looking up from tables we are saying thank you in a culture up to its chin in shame ...