Classic poem of the day
Small service is true service while it lasts;
Of friends, however humble, scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun.
Member poem of the day
In the shade of the broad-leafed avocado
the aged men spend their time
in the naming of teas.
Yellow maté of their own mountains.
From the lowlands sweet rice tea,
thick with the taste of heavy air.
Teas from the foreign shop on the square:
Souchong, Gen Mai Cha, Earl Grey
in blue tins, Darjeeling in green.
In the naming of such teas the tongue
caresses unfamiliar lands, to smell
them is to know their earth and sky.
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