Classic poem of the day
O THE Harbour of Fowey
Is a beautiful spot,
And it's there I enjowey
To sail in a yot;
Or to race in a yacht
Round a mark or a buoy —
Such a beautiful spacht
Is the Harbour of Fuoy!
But the wave mountain-high,
And the violent storm,
Do I risk them? Not Igh!
But prefer to sit worm
With a book on my knees
By the library fire,
While I list to the brees
Rising hire and hire.
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Member poem of the day
Center of my soul
Joined in the union of desire
Lost in the kiss, unwound in all directions
I revel in your loneliness
I revel in your missed road signs
Along the map we cannot read together
It is sweet, this darkness
That draws us together, slowly
Breaking apart into the abyss