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Leda and the Swan by W.B. Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Leda and the Swan by W.B. Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes Leda and the Swan by W.B. Yeats A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? And how can body, laid in that white rush, But feel the strange heart beating where it lies? A shudder in the loins engenders there The broken wall, the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead. Being so caught up, So mastered by the brute ...
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Courage – It Takes More by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Courage – It Takes More by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers | Poems Rethabile Likes Courage – It Takes More by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers It takes more than breath to be alive more than blood to find your line more than a hand to throw a stone; it takes a heart, a heart beaten into bricks and built into a house a house where humanity finds a home. The house is in the street and the street lies on the land, a land of corpses and speeches, a land of lies. The lies we tell to keep the best for our own – family country god whatever we imagine is our home. The best of us are rivers who give themselves to oceans, rivers who ...
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Hap by Thomas Hardy | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Hap by Thomas Hardy | Poems Rethabile Likes Hap by Thomas Hardy If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing, Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy, that thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!" Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die, Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited; Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I Had willed and meted me the tears I shed. But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain, And why unblooms the best hope ever sown? —Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain, And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . . These pu...
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