Classic poem of the day
Joy sings in my heart like a wild bird
At dawn of Spring,
And the light of the sun leaps from stream to plain
On golden wing.
Twitter! twitter! sweet, O withering sweet
April melody!
I am a reed that quivers with too much song
Blown from a blossomy lea.
Beauty lingers, a silvery tear
In the curvéd cup of a flower,—
So Joy, the song of my heart, trembles near
In this God's hour!
Member poem of the day
Ebony-hued and painstakingly woven,
The braid of a goddess, bears strands of those chosen,
To hold close and cherish a thousand times over,
Providing the space to be partner and lover.
Strand laid upon strand, as fate’s process continues,
An intimate dance between parties now ensues,
In hopes that some lasting redemptive pursuit,
May in fact curry favor, thus bearing fair fruit,
To restore to each strand of this glorious braid,
A feeling of w...
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