We probably all receive a lot of spam, something I refer to as spam-a-lot (bit lame, I know) but occasionally I get some very poetic ones and thought I should share it with you.

“That neither the motionless farm couple trudging
It is as though I were at a second threshold.
What can we know of whatever picture-plane
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
Choces, Mère and Père, undreaming even of fields
It is as though I were at a second threshold.
With its lament, it often sounds, instead,
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
I know,
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
That patch of white at the very end of the road
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
With a hand freed from weight”