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Putting in the Seed by Robert Frost | Poems Rethabile Likes Putting in the Seed by Robert Frost You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, ...

Nothing Gold by Kim Addonizio | Poems Rethabile Likes Nothing Gold by Kim Addonizio "Nothing gold can stay." —Robert Frost And nothing else can stay, either— not the pay phone or parking meter, not the coo and keck of the passenger pigeon or the ambivalent lover returning to his wife. A banner saying Everything Must Go sags over the failed restaurant supply store. A plane takes off with a living brother and lands with a dead one. Another black car arrives at the gates. Dear anyone, tell me how to hear the sea's consoling murmur as it withdraws, then savages the shore. Tell me how to...

A Virginal by Ezra Pound | Poems Rethabile Likes A Virginal by Ezra Pound No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; Slight are her arms, yet they have bound me straitly And left me cloaked as with a gauze of aether; As with sweet leaves; as with subtle clearness. Oh, I have picked up magic in her nearness To sheathe me half in half the things that sheathe her. No, no! Go from me. I have still the flavour, Soft as spring wind that's come from birchen bowers. Green come the shoots, aye April in the branches, As winter...

Sonnet 42 (What lips my lips have kissed) by Edna St. Vincent Millay | Poems Rethabile Likes Sonnet 42 by Edna St. Vincent Millay What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in ...

The Silken Tent by Robert Frost | Poems Rethabile Likes The Silken Tent by Robert Frost She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when a sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent, So that in guys it gently sways at ease, And its supporting central cedar pole, That is its pinnacle to heavenward And signifies the sureness of the soul, Seems to owe naught to any single cord, But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware. Poet: @RobertFrost Online: ...

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley | Poems Rethabile Likes Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Rou...