Classic poem of the day
Clouded sun on coolin' morn,
Squeakin' taps and spurs a-rattle,
Loungin' 'cross my saddle horn,
Trailin' dull-eyed bawlin' cattle.
Chokin' dust clouds in the air,
Off across the range a-driftin',
Punchers cussin' stragglers there
As the mornin' mist is liftin'.
Wild-eyed mavericks on the prod,
Plungin' ponies, buckin', snortin',
On across the sun baked sod
Full o' ginger, a-cavortin'.
Ol' chuck wagon on ahead
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Member poem of the day
Ho Xuan Huong English Translations by Michael R. Burch
Ho Xuan Huong (1772-1882) was a risqué Vietnamese poetess. Her verse, replete with nods, winks, sexual innuendo and a rich eroticism, was shocking to many readers of her day and will probably remain so to some of ours. Huong has been described as "the candid voice of a liberal female in a male-dominated society." Her output has been called "coy, often bawdy lyrics." I woul...
