Classic poem of the day
When in rapt wonder thou dost silent stand
Before some beauteous miracle of old days,
Till even the best that men may now command
Seems but coined counterfeit; Friend, do not gaze
In fretful longing that thy life had passed
Amid those earlier ages. Earth, heaven, sea —
Are they not thine as theirs? nor yet less vast
Broods over all One That bids worlds to be.
O thou of little faith, with manlier view
Lift up thine eyes in sentient m......
Member poem of the day
Close by ancient wooden doors
and narrow, mud-walled alleyways
you will find
in every hamlet
out to the farthest reaches of rural Afghanistan
monstrous fighting dogs,
stained blonde fur,
red-eyed madness,
alien beasts on strong chains
fastened to improvised anchors
far weaker than you would prefer.
