Classic poem of the day
XI
All that I am to Earth belongs:
This Heaven does me violent wrongs.
My fight from fitful loins, my birth,
Are fashioned to the mode of Earth —
Deliberate things, not swiftly given
As some report it falls in Heaven.
This mind is slow to work, this will,
This hand to act them tardier still —
Not dowered with that immediate sense
Deemed in celestial excellence.
True Earth am I, of Earth I'm knit —
O, let me b......
Member poem of the day
I called your name. From underwater I invoke. You didn't look at me, as if something just broke. A subtle, hard, harmonic tune Is that a breaking heart sound? they want me to go soon but dear, I'm yet to be found. You keep looking at the moon, but I belong underground. You keep chasing stars, but I'm where the fallen stars lie. Would you dare to see my scars? or would you just leave me here to die? Soon the water will rise, and then you'll know what it's like. Everyone will pay......
