Poems Rethabile Likes

Sonnet by Alice Dunbar Nelson Sonnet I had no thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet In wistful April days, when lovers mate And wander through the fields in raptures sweet. The thought of violets meant florists’ shops, And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine; And garish lights, and mincing little fops And cabarets and songs, and deadening wine. So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed, I had forgot wide fields, and clear brown streams The perfect loveliness that God has made;— Wild violets shy and Heaven–mounting dreams. And now;—unwittingly, you’ve made me dream Of violets, and my soul’s forgotten gleam. Poet: @AliceDunbarNelson Source: @PoetsDotOrg Books: @AbeBooks

They Sit Together on the Porch by Wendell Berry They Sit Together on the Porch They sit together on the porch, the dark Almost fallen, the house behind them dark. Their supper done with, they have washed and dried The dishes–only two plates now, two glasses, Two knives, two forks, two spoons–small work for two. She sits with her hands folded in her lap, At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak, And when they speak at last it is to say What each one knows the other knows. They have One mind between them, now, that finally For all its knowing will not exactly know Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone. Poet: @WendellBerry Source: @PoetryFoundation Books: @AbeBooks

To a Dark Moses by Lucille Clifton To a Dark Moses you are the one i am lit for come with your rod that twists and is a serpent i am the bush i am burning i am not consumed Poet: @LucilleClifton Source: @UBuffaloPoems Books: @AbeBooks