Hey all,
This thread is devoted to the art of poetry. I figured it would be great to have it all posted in one place rather than in individual threads.
Feel free to post your own works or your favorites but be sure to state the author please & thank you. Comments are welcome also.
I'll start with a poem that I read recently & enjoyed, it's called:
The Man And The Machine
By E.J. Pratt
By right of the fires that smelted ore
Which he had tended years before,
The man whose hands were on the wheel
Could trace his kinship back through her steel,
Between his body warped and bent
In every bone & ligament,
And this "eight-cylinder" stream-lined,
The finest model yet designed.
He felt his lesioned pulses strum
Against the rhythm of her hum,
And found his nerves and sinews knot
With sharper spasms as she climbed
The steeper grades, so neatly timed
From storage tank to poison shot-
This creature with the cougar grace,
This man with slag upon his face.
This thread is devoted to the art of poetry. I figured it would be great to have it all posted in one place rather than in individual threads.
Feel free to post your own works or your favorites but be sure to state the author please & thank you. Comments are welcome also.
I'll start with a poem that I read recently & enjoyed, it's called:
The Man And The Machine
By E.J. Pratt
By right of the fires that smelted ore
Which he had tended years before,
The man whose hands were on the wheel
Could trace his kinship back through her steel,
Between his body warped and bent
In every bone & ligament,
And this "eight-cylinder" stream-lined,
The finest model yet designed.
He felt his lesioned pulses strum
Against the rhythm of her hum,
And found his nerves and sinews knot
With sharper spasms as she climbed
The steeper grades, so neatly timed
From storage tank to poison shot-
This creature with the cougar grace,
This man with slag upon his face.