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Approaching Acheron Passage From the Open Sea by Claire Beynon | Poems Rethabile Likes Approaching Acheron Passage From the Open Sea by Claire Beynon This is no trick of the light - the headlands are being carried away stone by rock by stone. Neither wind nor rain nor day nor night can deter these gulls: watch them soar and plummet, pick clean the coastline's bones. It's work and it's a game, their winged insistence their raucous reclamation. Poet: @ClaireBeynon Online: @Icelines Book(s): @NZAuthors ...

If You Are Lucky by Michelle McGrane | Poems Rethabile Likes If You Are Lucky by Michelle McGrane If you are lucky you will carry one night with you for the rest of your life, a night like no other. You won't see it coming. Forget the day, the year. It will arrive uninvoked, an astrological anomaly. You will remember how every cell in your body knew him, this stranger, how you held your breath, the way you searched his face. This is how such evenings begin. And you will be real in your skin, bone and sinew; the way you always thought you ...

Gericault's Letter to Nietzsche by William Walrond Strangmeyer | Poems Rethabile Likes Gericault's Letter to Nietzsche by William Walrond Strangmeyer A horse is the projection of people's dreams about themselves – strong, powerful, beautiful – and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence. — Pam Brown Consider how the horses live and ponder if the dreams of power justify the pain of war. Any ethical stance is replete with its traps and with dangers to poise and pose. A principled mind is a balancing act and can be unhorsed by random glimpse. Like a weapon of war, a machine of nature, the cables and blood perfo...

Untitled — James Baldwin | Poems Rethabile Likes 🎂 Happy Birthday, James Baldwin! Civil Rights Activist • Poet • Playwright • born 2 August 1924 Today marks what would have been James Baldwin's 102nd birthday. Best known for landmark works such as Go Tell It on the Mountain and The Fire Next Time , Baldwin was also a gifted playwright, poet, and essayist. Below is his poem "Untitled," which can be read as reflecting his lifelong struggle with faith. Raised by a strict, deeply religious stepfather who was also a preacher, Baldwin often explored the tensions between religion, identity, and freedom in his writing. Maya Angelou once said of him: "James Baldwin was born for truth. It called upon him to tell it on the mountains, to preach it in Harlem, to sing it on the Left Bank in Paris. His ...

on viewing the grave of my infant brother by Peter Midgley | Poems Rethabile Likes on viewing the grave of my infant brother by Peter Midgley plot 4278, windhoek cemetery— cinder-burnt into the desert sand, little angels gemsbuck above your head, raindropped craters on your faded marble rib. i wander through acres of children’s graves, searching till i find you: first row, fourth from the left: we meet at last. at a first glance you are nothing extraordinary— no familiar signs, nothing but the headstone our parents described. but if i were to tear you open like a !narra, repack the peel around your skull, woul...