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Classic poem of the day
Deep asleep, deep asleep,
Deep asleep it lies,
The still lake of Semmerwater
Under the still skies.
And many a fathom, many a fathom,
Many a fathom below,
In a king's tower and a queen's bower
The fishes come and go.
Once there stood by Semmerwater
A mickle town and tall;
King's tower and queen's bower,
And the wakeman on the wall.
Came a beggar halt and sore:
" I faint for lack of bread. "
King's tower and queen's bower
Cast him forth unfed.
He knocked at the door of the herdman's cot,
The herdman's cot in the dale.
They gave him of their oatcake,
They gave him of their ale.
He has cursed aloud that city proud,
He has cursed it in its pride;
He has cursed it into Semmerwater
Down the brant hillside;
He has cursed it into Semmerwater,
There to bide.
King's tower and queen's bower,
And a mickle town and tall;
By glimmer of scale and gleam of fin,
Folk have seen them all.
King's tower and queen's bower,
And weed and reed in the gloom;
And a lost city in Semmerwater,
Deep asleep till Doom.
member poem of the day
My life is defined
by film...
From the magical worlds
of childhood--
Willy Wonka,
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,
Darby O' Gill--
to Hong Kong film
and Reservoir Dogs...
First drive into the city
was to see Star Wars--
before it had a number--
with two friends long since
gone ahead...
First date in High School
was to see The Exorcist--
and laugh our heads off...
The films that called me
dozens of times--
Rocky Horror,
Ladyhawke;
The Crow
The worlds I wanted to live in--
the girls I wanted to be--
Sweet Home Alabama,
Safety Not Guaranteed,
The Princess Bride
Worlds where love was
more than real.
It was magic.
Rocky calling my name
the first time I'd heard it
onscreen.
Romeo and Juliet--
reciting the lines along with the cast,
and crying for Mercutio...
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