Poem of the day – A Dark World by Edith Joy Scovell Under the pent-house branches the eight swans have come,Into the black-green water round the roots of the yew;Like a beam descending the lake, the stairway to their room.The young swans in their tender smoke-grey feathers, blownBy wind or light to a faint copper smouldering,Come docile with their parents still, three-quarters grown.The old swans, built of light like marble, tower and ...
Once by the Pacific by Robert Lee Frost Once by the Pacific
by Robert Lee Frost
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The ...
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