Representative Poetry Online
On this day: November 26th
Random Poem of the Day
1Move him into the sun--
2Gently its touch awoke him once,
3At home, whispering of fields unsown.
4Always it awoke him, even in France,
5Until this morning and this snow.
6If anything might rouse him now
7The kind old sun will know.
8Think how it wakes the seeds--
9Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
10Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
11Full-nerved,--still warm,--too hard to stir?
12Was it for this the clay grew tall?
13--O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
14To break earth's sleep at all?