Weekly Contest
No contests this week.
Classic poem of the day
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell, How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well.
member poem of the day
This is a poem beautiful in its sadness, empathy, and understanding of xenophobia. It tells of a woman who's come to live in the local community from a far away land, speaking forever with an accent and a native tongue that's unintelligible. Her god is not their God and she never blends in with the community. She's always a stranger, even in death.
My translation
The Stranger
She speaks with hints of barbarous seas,
of unknown seaweed and unknown sand;
she prays to a weightless, bulk-less god,
aged as if she were dying.
In the garden of ours made strange,
she’s put cactus and clawing herbs.
She breathes the breath of de
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