Classic poem of the day
In youthful days Jean Millet drew the nude
In festal forms that tried the prurient Prude;
Of bold selection and seductive style,
And colour sensuous as Sappho's smile,
They still transcend The Angelus as art
Despite the noisy reclame of the mart:
The Angelus! in which the traders hear
That high-priced, holy bell to Hebrews dear,
Of tintinnabulations that proclaim
The market value of a mystic name.
Tiring of nudes, the master's ep......
Member poem of the day
Within the shadowed forest deep,
She watches where the flowers crawl.
The trees that dance and flail and weep
Entrance her, make her feel so small.
She watches where the flowers crawl
Abundantly; the bursting scents
Entrance her, make her feel so small,
The life the least here represents.
Abundantly, the bursting scents
Surround the dust she still can taste.
The life the least here represents
Confirms she's blessed. She......
