Classic poem of the day
When Evening folds her wings of light,
And bathes her rosy cheeks in dew,
And one pale star proclaims the night,
From its exalted throne of blue:
My soul! how eager hast thou leaped,
Cribbed and imprisoned as thou art,
To be of these a shining part,
In their ethereal essence steeped!
And on this altar, on this heart of clay,
Hast offered sacrifice, and bore away
An incense sweet of Prayer above that starry ray.
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Member poem of the day
Vigil
The woman climbs into bed with her sleeping husband,
as she’s done thousands of times, though never in a bed
seven stories above streets dusted with ice crystals and cinders.
Sounds of the unit at night: beeps, the rustle of sheets,
a fan dispersing heat evenly in the room.
We can’t know what dreams infuse the woman’s sleep.
When dawn comes, she may give no thought to the empty house,
miles from here, where they raise...