Classic poem of the day
If you're ever going to love me love me now, while I can know
All the sweet and tender feelings which from real affection flow.
Love me now, while I am living; do not wait till I am gone
And then chisel it in marble — warm love words on ice-cold stone.
If you've dear, sweet thoughts about me, why not whisper them to me?
Don't you know 'twould make me happy and as glad as glad could be?
If you wait till I am sleeping, ne'er to waken here again,
There'll be walls of earth between us and I couldn't hear you then.
If you knew someone was thirsting for a drop of water sweet
Would you be so slow to bring it? Would you step with laggard feet?
There are tender hearts all round us who are thirsting for our love;
Why withhold from them what nature makes them crave all else above?
I won't need your kind caresses when the grass grows o'er my face;
I won't crave your love or kisses in my last low resting place.
So, then, if you love me any, if it's but a little bit,
Let me know it now while living; I can own and treasure it.
member poem of the day
Stumptown. Beervana. Rose City.
The Willamette, looking dark and choppy
overhead I-5, sodden grey skies
Old Town / Chinatown
carnival of souls
wanderin' around Rip City zombie-like
not a care or worry in the brave, new world
Skidmore Fountain, the Cascade Range
Pioneer Courthouse Square
Portland's "Living Room"
coffee-people watch and stare
at the freakish scene
the Homeless, panhandling for change