Classic poem of the day
Sail before the morning breeze
The Sporads through and Cyclades
They look like isles of absentees—
Gone whither?
You bless Apollo's cheering ray,
But Delos, his own isle, today
Not e'en a Selkirk there to pray
God friend me!
Scarce lone these groups, scarce lone and bare
When Theseus roved a Raleigh there,
Each isle a small Virginia fair—
Unravished.
Nor less through havoc fell they rue,
They s......
Member poem of the day
Melancholy moonbeams cascade
over a lattice of canopies
of the overhanging trees,
like millions of sparkling snakes
slithering over the surface
of the silent water of the lake.
A sense of bodeful uneasiness
flooded into my solitary soul;
When love is lost
No one and nothing could hurt more,
No one and nothing pleases ever.
In how many varied places
do I profess my love?
In how many ways
d...
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