Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
The middle-aged man decides to cut a hole in his breakfast table, to stick his finger in and so carry around with him that table, his breakfast-recollection.
Because you are the Visiting Distinguished, and because our whole city is celebrating your illustrious Treatise On Weeping, I am giving a party in your honor and discussing with you some prominent instances of weeping
What correspondence there is
between his eyebrows:
looking at his fragile face
(for my grandmother as a young woman)
There is no sun
for it can not be remembered:
every song on the radio reminds me of you
each one seems to be the story of our lives
yet i believe nothing is like anything else