Poems Rethabile Likes

They Sit Together on the Porch by Wendell Berry They Sit Together on the Porch They sit together on the porch, the dark Almost fallen, the house behind them dark. Their supper done with, they have washed and dried The dishes–only two plates now, two glasses, Two knives, two forks, two spoons–small work for two. She sits with her hands folded in her lap, At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak, And when they speak at last it is to say What each one knows the other knows. They have One mind between them, now, that finally For all its knowing will not exactly know Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone. Poet: @WendellBerry Source: @PoetryFoundation Books: @AbeBooks

To a Dark Moses by Lucille Clifton To a Dark Moses you are the one i am lit for come with your rod that twists and is a serpent i am the bush i am burning i am not consumed Poet: @LucilleClifton Source: @UBuffaloPoems Books: @AbeBooks

Herring by Glenn Shaheen Herring Somebody suggested I buy pickled Herring in wine sauce— it didn't sound Like a bad idea, all these conversations Mired in capital's sloughed-off flesh. The dirt below the snow making its Presence known by each dig of the Shovel. I should buy a new one, I Should make my presence known In the annals of commerce. Things I should buy, endless wires coiled And hopelessly tangled. What do The spirits tell us when they manifest Over our beds in deep night, rotten Visions or undigested bits of beef. Outside the vermin are so alluring, Their paws almost human as they Dig through our piles of refuse. I do not pet them though they are Not afraid and even approach me. This much I have learned— I am Familiar with hunger and curiosity Poet: @GlennShaheen Source: @SplitThi...