Poems Rethabile Likes

The Bay by Fiona Zerbst | Poems Rethabile Likes The Bay by Fiona Zerbst I There, on the shore, those broken rocks fragment the light and shade. I see you on the sand, waving faintly from that other side, where life seems a mirage in dimming green – your face now clear, not seen-unseen, because I am awake. The sea offers up waves in which you wade until you’re almost solid again, alive within the poems you made. II You loved that bay. It glitters, of course, with grey-tailed fish in swilling green, a foaminess that brews in the sun above a wave that runs without breaking. ...

The Mountain by Elizabeth Bishop | Poems Rethabile Likes The Mountain by Elizabeth Bishop At evening, something behind me. I start for a second, I blench, or staggeringly halt and burn, I do not know my age. In the morning it is different. An open book confronts me, too close to read in comfort. Tell me how old I am. And then the valleys stuff impenetrable mists like cotton in my ears. I do not know my age. I do not mean to complain. They say it is my fault. Nobody tells me anything. Tell me how old I am. The deepest demarcations c...

Prayer by Carol Ann Duffy | Poems Rethabile Likes Prayer by Carol Ann Duffy Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself. So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands and stare at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift. Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth enters our hearts, that small familiar pain; then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth in the distant Latin chanting of a train. Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales console the lodger looking out across a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls a child’s name as though they named their loss. ...