Classic poem of the day
Shake , shake thy shadows down, thy dark leaves down,
Thy gentle leaves upon the parched dull grass,
And let thy silver leaves between the black,
And silver pools outspread between dark islands,
Mirror the steady tranquil light that lies
Round thy lone station in the skies.
I
Lightly along the lime-tree avenue
A wind tiptoed, careless of the tired arms
Stretched wide for any breath, a......
Member poem of the day
The blue sky like an ocean stretching up above my head wherever I stand, with miles to go before dry land.