Classic poem of the day
G OOARY
Why, hermit Marvan, sleepest thou not
Upon a feather quilt?
Why rather sleepest thou abroad
Upon a pitchpine floor?
M ARVAN
I have a shieling in the wood,
None knows it save my God:
An ash-tree on the hither side, a hazel-bush beyond,
A huge old tree encompasses it.
Two heath-clad doorposts for support,
And a......
Member poem of the day
Paper cranes carry wishes, fragile as their wings.
Likewise, I bent myself trying to understand you.
I fold my paper feelings.
Smelting the ore of my heart,
I forge my words of steel.
