Classic poem of the day
I stood and watched the still, mysterious Night,
Steal from her shadowy caverns in the East,
To work her deep enchantments on the world.
Her black veil floated down the silent glens,
While her dark sandalled feet, with noiseless tread,
Moved to a secret harmony. Along
The brows of the majestic hills, she strung
Her glorious diamonds so stealthily,
It never marred their dreams; and in the deep,
Cool thickets of the wood, where scarce the Day
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Member poem of the day
Paper cranes carry wishes, fragile as their wings.
Likewise, I bent myself trying to understand you.
I fold my paper feelings.
Smelting the ore of my heart,
I forge my words of steel.
