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About the Teeth of Sharks by John Ciardi | Poems Rethabile Likes About the Teeth of Sharks by John Ciardi The thing about a shark is—teeth, One row above, one row beneath. Now take a close look. Do you find It has another row behind? Still closer—here, I'll hold your hat: Has it a third row behind that? Now look in and…Look out! Oh my, I'll never know now! Well, goodbye. Poet: @JohnCiardi Online: @thenatureofthings.blog Book(s): @ThriftBooks ...

The Dance of Death by Charles Baudelaire (translated by Frank Pearce Sturm) | Poems Rethabile Likes The Dance of Death by Charles Baudelaire For he who has not folded in his arms A skeleton, nor fed on graveyard charms, Recks not of furbelow, or paint, or scent, When Horror comes the way that Beauty went. O irresistible, with fleshless face, Say to these dancers in their dazzled race: "Proud lovers with the paint above your bones, Ye shall taste death, musk-scented skeletons! Withered Antinoüs, dandies with plump faces, Ye varnished cadavers, and grey Lovelaces, Ye go to lands unknown and void of breath, ...

Breakfast by Jacques Prévert (translated by Lawrence Ferlinghetti) | Poems Rethabile Likes Breakfast by Jacques Prévert (translated by Lawrence Ferlinghetti) He put the coffee In the cup He put the milk In the cup of coffee He put the sugar In the café au lait With the coffee spoon He stirred He drank the café au lait And he set down the cup Without a word to me He lit A cigarette He made smoke-rings With the smoke He put the ashes In the ash-tray Without a word to me Without a look at me He got up He put His hat...

Other women don't tell you by Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach | Poems Rethabile Likes Other women don't tell you by Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach it's a battle for the body, for every part of it, he's all you, some say, he has your eyes, and others, he has your hair, look at those curls, and you let them twist around your finger, vine tendrils more plant than boy, more wild than will, more him than you, but it's a battle for ownership, for claiming the body you left him with as yours, and when you tell your mom he rode the escalator up and down, repeating "Whoaaaaa" in fascination at each descent away ...

To a Dark Moses by Lucille Clifton | Poems Rethabile Likes To a Dark Moses by Lucille Clifton 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 Bio: @LucilleClifton Online: @PoetsDotOrg Book(s): @ThriftBooks Guidelines ☼ Archive ☼ Random Poem ☼ Privacy ☼ Disclaimer Subscribe ☼ ...