finally i've found this. not from real library, i woke up too late. didn't know there's so many poetry websites, but i have much fun reading them that it's hard to choose just one. Sometimes The Sky's Too Bright Dylan Thomas. Sometimes the sky's too bright, Or has too many clouds or birds, And far away's too sharp a sun To nourish thinking of him. Why is my hand too blunt To cut in front of me My horrid images for me, Of over-fruitful smiles, The weightless touching of the lip I wish to know I cannot lift, but can, The creature with the angel's face Who tells me hurt, And sees my body go Down into misery? No stopping. Put the smile Where tears have come to dry. The angel's hurt is left; His telling burns. Sometimes a woman's heart has salt, Or too much blood; I tear her breast, And see the blood is mine, Flowing from her, but mine, And then I think Perhaps the sky's too bright; And watch my hand, But do not follow it, And feel the pain it gives, But do not ache. sad. maybe not very appropriate for Monday, which is a rather sad day in itself. so, here's a lovely little haiku (i suppose) for all you lovely people out there. "As Soft" As soft as a pillow As rosy as an apple's flower As sweet as a strawberry Is my sister after she took ...........a shower. - Inessa Suknovalnik, 1992 i was going to pick this one but it's so short. so now you have two poems :) love, oon xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +---+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+