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 first time?
So long ago—that brown-eyed boy…
How can I say thi s, your Reverences,
Be ever after merry,
My dear Miss Terriberry:
Enjoy a very very
It was deja vu all over again.
I know this town like the back of my head.
People who live in glass houses are worth two in the bush.
Gesturing toward the master bedroom suite,
"Solid cherry wood!" Mother said grandly.
Two bureaus, two mirrors, four-poster bed,
Morgan saw Athena's face in the crowd
at the Athens International Airport
where the Chaos became a genesis for
Abras, augers, arks and angel wings,
bubbles, bittium,
baby's ears,
I never liked the World Trade Center.
When it went up I talked it down
as did many other New Yorkers.
To see the yellow-bellied sapsucker suck sap,
to watch the oystercatcher at his catch,
and bluebird, woodcock, dickcissel, blue goose,
You're crazy if you called this an affair.
We slept together, and you made me come.
No big deal. You've got a lot of strange
Academia 1994: these dead white males
I've been hauling about in this brick of a box of a book
called Western Civilization—Homer, Plato, Melville,