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The Mower by Philip Larkin | Poems Rethabile Likes The Mower by Philip Larkin The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time. Poet: @PhilipLarkin Online: @ThePoetryHour ...

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas | Poems Rethabile Likes "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas Actor Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas 's "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night." Find Thomas's books 📖 Read along Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they gri...

Traveling Through The Dark by William Stafford | Poems Rethabile Likes "Traveling Through The Dark" by William Stafford Poet William Stafford reads "Traveling Through The Dark" — a classic poem of moral choice on a dark mountain road. Find his books William Stafford's "Traveling Through The Dark" is one of the most anthologised American poems of the 20th century. It tells the story of a driver who encounters a dead deer on a dark mountain road — and discovers she is pregnant with a fawn still alive. The poem is a quiet, devastating meditation on moral choice, nature, and the weight of decision. The driver must choose between pushing the deer into the canyon (clearing the road) or leaving it — knowing the fawn will die either way. The poem's final line — ...

When Death Comes by Mary Oliver | Poems Rethabile Likes When Death Comes by Mary Oliver When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, ...

Hibernal by Babette Deutsch | Poems Rethabile Likes Hibernal by Babette Deutsch The park is winter-plucked. The sky and the grey pavement show a sheeted face: the covered stare of one who had to die. Now, when men sweat, shoveling muddy snow or heaving ice, they know the helpless sweat that will not wet them twice, they know the staggering heart, the smothered breath that stand between this knowing and the end. Though they must drag a net of heavy hours about their straining limbs, though they behold love like a pillar of cloud, a pillar of fire— this net will break before they tire, this cloud, this ...