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Happy Birthday M. A. Nuhman | Poems Rethabile Likes 🎂 Happy Birthday, M. A. Nuhman! Poet · Scholar · Linguist · born 10 August 1944 Today we celebrate the birthday of M. A. Nuhman — Sri Lankan Tamil poet, linguist, and academic. Here is his searing poem, “Murder of Buddha,” written in response to the deliberate burning of the Jaffna Public Library on 1 June 1981 , when over 97,000 books and irreplaceable manuscripts were reduced to ash. I'll repeat that... let it be for good measure: when over 97,000 books and irreplaceable manuscripts were reduced to ash. A massive loss for future generations. Murder of Buddha Last night I had a dream Lord Buddha was shot dead by the police, guardians of the law. His body lay drenched in blood on the step of the Jaffna Library. Under the cover of darkness, cam...

Acquainted With The Night by Robert Frost | Poems Rethabile Likes "Acquainted With The Night" by Robert Frost Poet Robert Frost reads "Acquainted With The Night." Find his books 📖 Read along Acquainted With The Night I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-by; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one ac...

The boy child by Abigail George | Poems Rethabile Likes The boy child by Abigail George We built a sandpit for the kid Fed him ice cream and bananas A diet of crisps. Pink milkshakes. He played in the dirt unaware Of climate change. Global warming At the weekend when he came To visit his paternal family. Inside my head I imagine Ted Hughes first meeting with Sylvia Plath and then much later With his lover Assia Wevill. I imagine the fuss. The media. The media's ghost handling it all. There is a tightness in my chest As I regard all of these things. Church on Sunday. Wreckage or roast. ...

Theme for English B by Langston Hughes | Poems Rethabile Likes Theme for English B by Langston Hughes The instructor said,       Go home and write       a page tonight.       And let that page come out of you—       Then, it will be true. I wonder if it's that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above Harlem. I am the only colored student in my class. The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem, th...