Classic poem of the day
There is a coarseness
In the songs of black men
Coarse as the songs
Of the sea,
There is a weird strangeness
In the songs of black men
Which sounds not strange
To me.
There is beauty
In the faces of black women,
Jungle beauty
And mystery
Dark hidden beauty
In the faces of black women,
Which only black men
Member poem of the day
At the center of the world is a tree.
It grows up, reaching beyond the world
we see and right into the cosmos.
Its roots go as far down and as wide as its crown,
securing it sturdily in darkness.
All the oceans, all the seas, all the rivers, streams, brooks,
feed this tree. Sunlight is absorbed from every leaf.
Its branches house every bird, every squirrel,
every monkey, any creature in need of a home...
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