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When We Are Weak by R. S. Thomas | Poems Rethabile Likes

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When We Are Weak by R. S. Thomas | Poems Rethabile Likes When We Are Weak by R. S. Thomas When we are weak, we are strong. When our eyes close on the world, then somewhere within us the bush burns. When we are poor and aware of the inadequacy of our table, it is to that uninvited the guest comes Poet: @R. S. Thomas Online: @RoundHousePoetryCircle Book(s): @ThriftBooks Facebook Bluesky LinkedIn WhatsApp X Reddit Telegram Email Copy link ...
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Another World by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Another World by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes Another World by Rethabile Masilo Distance is pleasure to feet. I walk up and down these streets so long that snow touches my face with its fingers, as if the street was a form of penitence and night its shadow; the people I pass cast theirs across my monumental shape like they know I left in the basement where this all began your letters on a shelf, with the faces of their stamps shocked at the speed at which the years move on. And this was at the time our road was plain, and we lived love and found distractions everywhere, like the day we did it in the Y of a tree and you plucked a plum and ate...
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So Much Memory by Saddiq Dzukogi | Poems Rethabile Likes

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So Much Memory by Saddiq Dzukogi | Poems Rethabile Likes So Much Memory by Saddiq Dzukogi Now he answers to everything that reminds him of her, a crib rocking, a circle of faces crowing at him. He can neither leave his eyes open nor shut them. Splits the night walking between two cornfields, striding like he’s going for the thing he’ll never find. See how he runs his hands over his body, how his skin peels. After a night of crying, he can feel her limbs in his palms, versified, nothing made of flesh; nothing made of bone. He opens his mind and lets the leaves be his skin and lets a song fall inside another song: it...
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