Classic poem of the day
A wind full of tears on the impassive sea
has so far! The France listening serious. But
it is the weeping voice, the terrible pain
Hécubes of weeping gold Americas.
Out there in the fright and insults and hatred,
hunters have sounded the death halloo,
and again blowing his venomous breath
you'd see the Huitzilopoxtli mouth.
It seems that all the demons of the past
just wake up poisoning the earth,
against us if the stan......
Member poem of the day
These are my modern English translations of the great Scottish poet William Dunbar.
Sweet Rose of Virtue
by William Dunbar (c. 1460-1530)
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Sweet rose of virtue and of gentleness,
delightful lily of youthful wantonness,
richest in bounty and in beauty clear
and in every virtue men hold most dear,...