Classic poem of the day
No beggar she in the mighty hall where her bay-crowned sisters wait,
No empty-handed pleader for the right of a free-born state.
No child, with a child's insistence, demanding a gilded toy,
But a fair-browed, queenly woman, strong to create or destroy—
Wise for the need of the sons she has bred in the school where weaklings fail,
Where cunning is less than manhood, and deeds, not words, avail—
With the high, unswerving purpose that measures and overcomes,
A......
Member poem of the day
I think that poetry should stay
awake all night drinking in dark cellars. - Thomas Merton
Look to the body for metaphor.
Look to blood, use thi...