Classic poem of the day
Thou canst not die whilst any zeale abound
In feeling hearts that can conceiue these lines;
Though thou a Laura hast no Petrarch found,
In base attire, yet cleerly Beauty shines.
And I (though borne within a colder clime,)
Do feele mine inward heat as great (I know it:)
He neuer had more faith, although more rime,
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Member poem of the day
She keeps it in the living room
next to the fire, quite safe from rain
or raucous winds and screened by curtains
from the uninvited sun; alive
but not allowed to grow.
For Alice too,
there was to be no flowering.
The seed of her was sown in stormy times:
the sky was somewhere bombs might fall from;
hostile sea too perilous to cross.
The world was never, as for some of us,
an orchard bulging with ripe fruit.
Her life&rsquo...
