Classic poem of the day
How it rained
When we worked at Flintcomb-Ash,
And could not stand upon the hill
Trimming swedes for the slicing-mill.
The wet washed through us — plash, plash, plash:
How it rained!
How it snowed
When we crossed from Flintcomb-Ash
To the Great Barn for drawing reed,
Since we could nowise chop a swede. —
Flakes in each doorway and casement-sash:
How it snowed!
How it shone
When we......
Member poem of the day
I met a man, a kind man
A kind wife, a kind son,
A kind daughter of his own.
But the stars were not aligned
The stars were dust motes,
Emenations - flakes of skin.
Though words had brought me to him
Even words must one day fail.
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down!
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