Poems Rethabile Likes

"Departure," a poem by Anna Akhmatova Although this land is not my own, I will remember its inland sea and the waters that are so cold the sand as white as old bones, the pine trees strangely red where the sun comes down. I cannot say if it is our love, or the day, that is ending. Anna Akhmatova The sand as white as old bones Questions? Please take a moment to read the guidelines first. Use the form to sign ...

"The Fascination of What’s Difficult," a poem by W. B. Yeats The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt That must, as if it had not holy blood Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud, Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt As though it dragged road metal. My curse on plays That have to be set up in fifty ways, On the day's war with every knave and dolt, Theatre business, management of men. I swear before the dawn comes round again I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt. William Butler Yeats ...