Classic poem of the day
They haven't got no noses,
The fallen sons of Eve,
Even the smell of roses
Is not what they supposes,
But more than mind discloses,
And more than men believe.
They haven't got no noses,
They cannot even tell
When door and darkness closes
The park old Gluck encloses
Where even the Law of Moses
Will let you steal a smell.
The brilliant smell of water,
The brave smell of a stone,
The smell of dew and thunder,
The......
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(Bouts-rimés on “After dark vapors have oppress’d our plains” by John Keats.)
Rolling across the canyons and the plains,
inspecting clay and crater night and day,
robotically steered, they toil away
beneath red skies, past rocks with ruddy stains,
yet never weary or feel the slightest pains
in camera, wheel, or radio. Our May
is coming soon when we will dine ...
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