Classic poem of the day
That Love at length should find me out and bring
This fierce and trivial brow unto the dust,
Is, after all, I must confess, but just;
There is a subtle beauty in this thing,
A wry perfection; wherefore now let sing
All voices how into my throat is thrust,
Unwelcome as Death's own, Love's bitter crust,
All criers proclaim it, and all steeples ring.
This being done, there let the matter rest.
What more remains is neither here nor there.
T......
Member poem of the day
Drink, drink enough water
To flush or to cleanse the liver
Drink, drink, and drink
Something pink
Sometimes to unwind
The convoluted mind.
Drink from the full water pitcher
To make the voice clearer or fresher
Powerful words must be hypostatized
They ought not to be internalized
The truth shall continue to set us free
Respect, dignity, pride, death or liberty.
Ultimately, drink a glass ...
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