Classic poem of the day
Sinks the sun below the desert,
Golden glows the sluggish Nile;
Purple flame crowns Spring and Temple,
Lights up every ancient pile
Where the old gods now are sleeping;
Isis and Osiris great,
Guard me, help me, give me courage
Like a Queen to meet my fate.
“I am dying, Egypt, dying,”
Let the Caesar's army come—
I will cheat him of his glory,
Though beyond the Styx I roam;
Shall he drag this beauty with him—
Whi......
Member poem of the day
I do not enter lightly, holding a cherished flame so small and my breath high in my throat. The undiluted possibility of your hallowed pathways not even slightly diminished by facilitating tarmac and cafe where I might doff my coat and chat to a companion and pretend I am not bewitched. Luckily, the two who accompany me are nature’s slaves. They bow at her every breeze murmur and wind shriek, touch her bark, pick her blossoms, whistle in her caves. They enable my disabling ......
