Classic poem of the day
When, staunchly entering port,
After long ventures, hauling up, worn and old,
Batter'd by sea and wind, torn by many a fight,
With the original sails all gone, replaced, or mended,
I only saw, at last, the beauty of the Ship.
Member poem of the day
How to cut wood?
It’s hard without an axe.
How to find a wife?
It’s hard without a go-between.
Cutting wood… cutting wood…
The rule’s pretty clear:
To find a girl
You need a lot of gifts.
Translated from an anonymous poem in the Shijing, a classic Chinese poetry anthology written around the 7th-11th centuries...
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