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.
I was watching the last minutes
of the ’76 Summer Olympics when
Like a Hyacinth Macaw
screaming across the gorge,
your laughter smashed against the bars
another cold and golden fall
and knowledge as to how to leave
And we were convinced in our ecstasy
that our father was eating us.
The lovers peer from hammocks of flesh
where time, subtle as a spider,
hoards them in its net.
you could arrange them as you wished
and change the ending of our story.
Cool spring, and a fine freshness,
burred and fruity airs along Canal,
You are on my mind always these days,
always in the high cavities of the wind
The morning new cement is laid—at last! —
along the perimeter of Penn’s remodeled highrise
(although the old had spalled, cracked and heaved
During his stay, he catches glimpses of the TV’s
glare, a black-and-white dim series