Poems Rethabile Likes

Warning by Jenny Joseph | Poems Rethabile Likes Warning by Jenny Joseph When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow...

Allegro by Tomas Tranströmer | Poems Rethabile Likes Allegro by Tomas Tranströmer Translated from the Swedish by Robert Bly After a black day, I play Haydn, and feel a little warmth in my hands. The keys are ready. Kind hammers fall. The sound is spirited, green, and full of silence. The sound says that freedom exists and someone pays no tax to Caesar. I shove my hands in my haydnpockets and act like a man who is calm about it all. I raise my haydnflag. The signal is: "We do not surrender. But want peace." The music is a house of glass standing on a slope; rocks are flyin...

Frederick Douglass by Robert Hayden | Poems Rethabile Likes “Frederick Douglass,” by Robert Hayden read by Shawntay Henry Shawntay Henry reads the poem 'Frederick Douglass' by Robert Hayden . Read along 📖 What I love about Robert Hayden’s “Frederick Douglass” is how it refuses the easy anthem. Hayden doesn't just praise the abolitionist hero; he redefines freedom itself. Freedom, he says, is not a monument or a single man's victory — it is a long, communal breath, something “ever to be earned.” This sonnet hums with restraint and quiet power. Here is the poem in full (listen as you read along): Frederick Douglass by Robert Hayden When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful and terrible thing, needful to man as ...