Classic poem of the day
After the first powerful plain manifesto
The black statement of pistons, without more fuss
But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.
Without bowing and with restrained unconcern
She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,
The gasworks and at last the heavy page
Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery.
Beyond the town there lies the open country
Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,
The luminous self-possession of ships o......
Member poem of the day
remember the night
when I was in town
and at the hotel
I did drop your name
and you sent a car
and whisked me away
the party you threw
with all of your friends
it went on all night
and into the dawn
do you remember the ni...
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