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Meanwhile by Jack Gilbert | Poems Rethabile Likes Meanwhile by Jack Gilbert It waits. While I am walking through the pine trees along the river, it is waiting. It has waited a long time. In southern France, in Belgium, and even Alabama. Now it waits in New England while I say grace over almost everything: for a possum dead on someone's lawn, the sing light on a levee while Northampton sleeps, and because the lanes between houses in Greek hamlets are exactly the width of a donkey loaded on each side with barley. Loneliness is the mother's milk of America. The heart is a foreign country whose language none of us is good at. Winter lin...

After Midnight by Louis Simpson | Poems Rethabile Likes After Midnight by Louis Simpson The dark streets are deserted, With only a drugstore glowing Softly, like a sleeping body; With one white, naked bulb In the back, that shines On suicides and abortions. Who lives in these dark houses? I am suddenly aware I might live here myself. The garage man returns And puts the change in my hand, Counting the singles carefully. Poet: @LouisSimpson Online: @Everseradio Book(s): @ThriftBooks ...

A Secret Life by Stephen Dunn | Poems Rethabile Likes A Secret Life by Stephen Dunn Why you need to have one is not much more mysterious than why you don't say what you think at the birth of an ugly baby. Or, you've just made love and feel you'd rather have been in a dark booth where your partner was nodding, whispering yes, yes, you're brilliant. The secret life begins early, is kept alive by all that's unpopular in you, all that you know a Baptist, say, or some other accountant would object to. It becomes what you'd most protect if the government said you ...

Carry Me Away by Henri Michaux | Poems Rethabile Likes Carry Me Away by Henri Michaux Carry me away into a Portuguese boat of once, Into an old and gentle Portuguese boat of once, Into the stem of the boat, or if you wish, into the foam, And lose me, in the distance, in the distance. Into the yoking of another time. Into the deceiving velvet of snow. Into the breath of some dogs brought together again. Into the weary gathering of dead leaves. Carry me, without breaking me, into kisses, Into breasts that raise themselves and breathe, On palms covering them and their smile, Into the corridors of long bones, and o...

Antidotes to Fear of Death by Rebecca Elson | Poems Rethabile Likes Antidotes to Fear of Death by Rebecca Elson Sometimes as an antidote To fear of death, I eat the stars. Those nights, lying on my back, I suck them from the quenching dark Til they are all, all inside me, Pepper hot and sharp. Sometimes, instead, I stir myself Into a universe still young, Still warm as blood: No outer space, just space, The light of all the not yet stars Drifting like a bright mist, And all of us, and everything Already there But unconstrained by form. And sometimes it's enough ...

why some people be mad at me sometimes by Lucille Clifton | Poems Rethabile Likes why some people be mad at me sometimes by Lucille Clifton they ask me to remember but they want me to remember their memories and i keep on remembering mine. Poet: @LucilleClifton Online: @TheDewDrop Book(s): @AbeBooks Guidelines ☼ Archive ☼ Random Poem ☼ Privacy Subscribe ☼ Suggest A Poem ☼ ☕ Buy Me Co...