Classic poem of the day
Original Hymn. By W. E. Channing.
O'er the pall of a Hero the laurel should fall,
'Tis the love of a Father our voices recall;
With hope, like the sunshine, it paints the dark air;
O God, with thy mercy, interpret our prayer!
From isles of the Muse, over Hellas' blue wave,
From homes of the North, for the hearts of the slave,
Let swift-flashing memory his requiem be, —
Unfaltering, unfettered, unselfish as he.
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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...