Classic poem of the day
He was lengthsman on the railway, and his station scarce deserved
That “pre-eminence in sorrow” of the Majesty he served,
But as dear to him and precious were the gifts reclaimed so soon—
Were the workman's little daughters who were buried near Walloon.
Speak their names in tones that linger, just as though you held them dear;
There are eyes to which the mention of those names will bring a tear.
Little Kate and Bridget, straying in an autumn afternoon,...
Member poem of the day
Do I dare eat a peach?
She wears white, flannel trousers
and walks slow
along the beach.
Fuzz against my lips
juicy flesh against my cheek;
what would my parents say
if I dared to eat a peach?
I dig my heels into the sand,
feel the sun on my face.
She reaches shyly for my hand,
and leads me from this place.
There is a breeze from the window:
linen curtains sway in the sun.
She drags her teeth along my jawb...
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