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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. ...

The Bagel by David Ignatow | Poems Rethabile Likes The Bagel by David Ignatow I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as if it were a portent. Faster and faster it rolled, with me running after it bent low, gritting my teeth, and I found myself doubled over and rolling down the street head over heels, one complete somersault after another like a bagel and strangely happy with myself. Poet: @DavidIgnatow Online: @PoetryFoundation Book(s): @ThriftBooks ...

The Sisters of Sexual Treasure by Sharon Olds | Poems Rethabile Likes The Sisters of Sexual Treasure by Sharon Olds As soon as my sister and I got out of our mother's house, all we wanted to do was fuck, obliterate her tiny sparrow body and narrow grasshopper legs. The men's bodies were like our father's body! The massive hocks, flanks, thighs, elegant knees, long tapered calves— we could have him there, the steep forbidden buttocks, backs of the knees, the cock in our mouth, ah the cock in our mouth. As soon as my sister and I got out of our mother's house, all we wanted to ...

When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. ...

Words, Wide Night by Carol Ann Duffy | Poems Rethabile Likes Words, Wide Night by Carol Ann Duffy Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon. This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear. La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross to reach you. For I am in love with you and this is what it is like or what it is like in words. ...

Portrait d'une Femme by Ezra Pound | Poems Rethabile Likes Portrait d'une Femme by Ezra Pound Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, London has swept about you this score years And bright ships left you this or that in fee: Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things, Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares of price. Great minds have sought you—lacking someone else. You have been second always. Tragical? No. You preferred it to the usual thing: One dull man, dulling and uxorious, One average mind—with one thought less, each year. Oh, you are patient, I have seen you sit Hours, where something might have floate...