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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...

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...

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...

The Applicant by Sylvia Plath | Poems Rethabile Likes The Applicant by Sylvia Plath First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or a hook, Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch, Stitches to show something's missing? No, no? Then How can we give you a thing? Stop crying. Open your hand. Empty? Empty. Here is a hand To fill it and willing To bring teacups and roll away headaches And do whatever you tell it. Will you marry it? It is guaranteed To thumb shut your eyes at the end And dissolve of s...

The Singer Of Owls by Margaret Atwood | Poems Rethabile Likes The Singer Of Owls by Margaret Atwood The singer of owls wandered off into the darkness. Once more he had not won a prize. It was like that at school. He preferred dim corners, camouflaged himself with the hair and ears of the others, and thought about long vowels, and hunger, and the bitterness of deep snow. Such moods do not attract glitter. What is it about me? he asked the shadows. By this time they were shadows of trees. Why have I wasted my lifeline? I opened myself to your silences. I allowed ruthlessness and feathers to possess me. ...