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Friends by Leonora Speyer | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Friends by Leonora Speyer | Poems Rethabile Likes Friends by Leonora Speyer Grief shall not be my friend! She shall not be Companion of my table, path or bed, She shall not share my salt nor break my bread, Nor walk nor weep nor dream nor wake with me: I will not trust her mournful company, Nor listen to her whisperings of the dead, Why should I heed her somber eyelid’s red? Tears are but chains and I, I would be free! For grief would make a laggard of my will, And me, a puny thing of anguished need, A memory! And I would die at length, Close to the thought of you—and loving still: So will I choose a friend of stouter creed,...
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Once by the Pacific by Robert Frost | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Once by the Pacific by Robert Frost | Poems Rethabile Likes Once by the Pacific by Robert Frost The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent; It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-...
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Warning by Jenny Joseph | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Warning by Jenny Joseph | Poems Rethabile Likes Warning by Jenny Joseph When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat A...
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