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A Black Man Talks of Reaping by Arna Bontemps | Poems Rethabile Likes A Black Man Talks of Reaping by Arna Bontemps I have sown beside all waters in my day. I planted deep, within my heart the fear that wind or fowl would take the grain away. I planted safe against this stark, lean year. I scattered seed enough to plant the land in rows from Canada to Mexico but for my reaping only what the hand can hold at once is all that I can show. Yet what I sowed and what the orchard yields my brother's sons are gathering stalk and root; small wonder then my children glean in fields they have not sown, and feed on bitter fruit. ...

Perhaps One Morning Walking by Eugenio Montale | Poems Rethabile Likes Perhaps One Morning Walking by Eugenio Montale (Forse un mattino andando in un’aria di vetro) Perhaps one morning walking in dry glassy air, I will turn, I will see the miracle complete: nothingness at my shoulder, the void behind me, with a drunkard’s terror. Then, as on a screen, trees houses hills will advance swiftly in familiar illusion, But it will be too late; and I will return, silently, to men who do not look back, with my secret. Poet: @EugenioMontale Online: @PoetsofModernity Book(s): @ThriftBooks ...