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Flying at Night by Ted Kooser | Poems Rethabile Likes Flying at Night by Ted Kooser Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations. Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies like a snowflake falling on water. Below us, some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death, snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn back into the little system of his care. All night, the cities, like shimmering novas, tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his. Poet: @TedKooser Online: @CompassionCamp Book(s): @ThriftBooks Guidelines ☼ Archive ☼ Random Poem ☼ Priv...

A Song of Redemption by Geoffrey Philp | Poems Rethabile Likes A Song of Redemption by Geoffrey Philp "No matter where you come from, as long as you're a black man, you're an African." ~Peter Tosh "Brown man, wha de I a defend?" greeted me in the afternoons while I unlaced my cleats after a game of scrimmage—skins versus shirts—when that wizened Wailer beardsman, locksman, Rastaman, Seeco, sweat dripping from hands that had taught Bob percussion, schooled me in the teachings of Marcus. Those were hard lessons when with all the drills I had practiced with my coaches, those years of privileged innocence, I still couldn’t touch the ball when Seeco shielded it with his spindly legs that had trod through the hills of Babylon, and scam...

Mending Wall by Robert Frost | Poems Rethabile Likes Mending Wall by Robert Frost Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. ...

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley | Poems Rethabile Likes Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Rou...

Not Getting Closer by Jack Gilbert | Poems Rethabile Likes Not Getting Closer by Jack Gilbert Walking in the dark streets of Seoul under the almost full moon. Lost for the last two hours. Finishing a loaf of bread and worried about the curfew. I have not spoken for three days and I am thinking, "Why not just settle for love? Why not just settle for love instead?" Poet: @JackGilbert Online: @LiveJournal Book(s): @ThriftBooks ...

Today by Billy Collins | Poems Rethabile Likes Today by Billy Collins If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you want to throw open all the windows in the house and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage, indeed, rip the little door from its jamb, a day when the cool brick paths and the garden bursting with peonies seemed so etched in sunlight that you felt like taking a hammer to the glass paperweight on the living room end table, releasing the inhabitants from their snow-...

Mortal Limit by Robert Penn Warren | Poems Rethabile Likes Mortal Limit by Robert Penn Warren I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming. It rose from coniferous darkness, past gray jags Of mercilessness, past whiteness, into the gloaming Of dream-spectral light above the lazy purity of snow-snags. There—west—were the Tetons. Snow-peaks would soon be In dark profile to break constellations. Beyond what height Hangs now the black speck? Beyond what range will gold eyes see New ranges rise to mark a last scrawl of light? Or, having tasted that atmosphere's thinness, does it Hang motionless in dying vision before It knows it will accept the mortal limit, And swing into the great circular downwardness that will restore The breath of earth? Of...