Classic poem of the day
Y'are now transcrib'd, and Publike View
Perusing finds the Coppy true,
Without Erratas new crept in,
Fully Compleat and Genuine:
And nothing wanting can espy,
But only Bulk and Quantity:
The Text in Letters small we see,
And the Arts in one Epitome.
O what pleasure do you take
To hear the Nurse discovery make,
How the Nose, the Lip, the Eye,
The Forehead full of Majesty,
Shews the Father? how to this
The Mothers Beauty......
Member poem of the day
buildings
corrupted in the dark
mixed with the light
of strangers
*
hurried feet
step by step on pavement—
and the dirt is deep
as little by little
they mark their souls
*
organism of souls
who have their moment
and sink back down
to dark oblivion
&......
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