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.
We are both in Cambridge, getting ready to load all her possessions into a truck I have hired. I am very excited, because she is coming back to where I live
The new Commissioner was free to choose a dwelling which suited his fancy. If it did not exist, it would be built for him at public expense. But when he asked for a pagoda, he was given a geodesic dome.
My grandmother used it, Dutch Cleanser,
in the dark Shillington halls,
in the kitchen darkened by the grape arbor,
Like dots before your eyes, the ships
Roll in on the new tide and drop anchor.
“They will go away,” you think. But later
At the age of three
I was promised in marriage
to a neighboring princess
I have a gift for you.
Please open it now
For inside you will find the words
“Do you realize,” I asked, after biting the sensitive
Spot on her shoulder, “that Darius was incited
To attack the Greeks by a homesick physician in his court?”
This pair of pants has four pockets.
It can be seen how lovely they all are
carrying their duty-free cargo and passing
That woman on the beach camouflaged
in sand (in California where
they have Satanic rituals now)
As Lorna falls across Freddy, and Bernadette,
who grew up in a rainy village of one factory
in upper New York, a schoolgirl toed and twisted