Classic poem of the day
Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain,
Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide,
But never, ah never can meet with the man
A tilt with him dare ride.
He saw under the hillside
A Knight full well equipped;
His steed was black, his helm was barred;
He was riding at full speed
He wore upon his spurs
Twelve little golden birds;
Anon he spurred his steed with a clang,
And there sat all the birds and sang.
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Member poem of the day
That first time, twinkling
party lights looped the first
crowd – the one I heard
like Thom Yorke, like beats
are words breathing
down my neck.
The door opened for you.
You hovered so close –
so close because you liked
my neck, the way the chain
fell around it, the spangle
balancing like a pendulum.
The way you darted when
I came downstairs with
the tall one I didn’t know,
an......
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