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On The Pulse Of Morning by Maya Angelou | Poems Rethabile Likes "On The Pulse Of Morning" by Maya Angelou Poet Maya Angelou reads "On The Pulse Of Morning" — delivered at President Clinton's 1993 inauguration. Find her books 📖 Read along On The Pulse Of Morning A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm of their hastening doom Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages. But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully, Come, you may stand upon my Back and face your distant destiny, But seek no haven in my shadow. I will give you no hiding place down here. You, created only a little lower than The angels, have crouched too long ...

If I Must Die by Refaat Alareer | Poems Rethabile Likes If I Must Die by Refaat Alareer If I must die, you must live to tell my story to sell my things to buy a piece of cloth and some strings, (make it white with a long tail) so that a child, somewhere in Gaza while looking heaven in the eye awaiting his dad who left in a blaze — and bid no one farewell not even to his flesh not even to himself — sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above, and thinks for a moment an angel is there bringing back love. If I must die let it bring hope, ...

Yellow by Anne Sexton | Poems Rethabile Likes Yellow by Anne Sexton When they turn the sun on again I'll plant children under it, I'll light up my soul with a match and let it sing. I'll take my bones and polish them, I'll vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up, I'll feed myself spoonfuls of heat and everyone will be home playing with their wings and the planet will shudder with all those smiles and there will be no poison anywhere, no plague in the sky and there will be a mothe...

A Month of Happiness by Robert Bly | Poems Rethabile Likes A Month of Happiness by Robert Bly A blind horse stands among cherry trees. And bones shine from cool earth. The heart leaps Almost up to the sky! But laments And filaments pull us back into the dark. Night takes us. But A paw Comes out of the dark To light the road. I'll be all right. I follow my own fiery traces through the night. Poet: @RobertBly Online: @PoetSeers Book(s): @AbeBooks ...