Classic poem of the day
A Prophecy
Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one he breathes the air;
Thro' one, hears music of the spheres; thro' one, the eternal vine
Flourishes, that he may recieve the grapes; thro' one can look.
And see small portions of the eternal world that ever groweth;
Thro' one, himself pass out what time he please, but he will not;
For stolen joys are sweet, & bread eaten in secret pleasant.
So sang a Fairy mocking as he sat on a streak'd T......
Member poem of the day
Sunday eventide, on the slope of the fire-hued mountain, owls emerge from the pines' shelter of boughs, I'm sitting by an open window, the peace of writing in the night. Hunters moon, so settled and goldenrod, the young days of autumn's presence, sipping cinnamon hot cider, baying hounds in the smoky valley, songbirds taking an evening vow of silence. Writing of bygone friendships, and gained faith, harvest of bittersweet recollections, surviving parent, a ghost of memories, of ......