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.
(1) I don’t know about your boss, but my particular employer is certainly exacting. For example: Not too long ago the orders came down from above: no more of this sloppy filing, no more of these simpleminded rectangles and neat but inappropriate manila folders.
The idea of being tried by "A Jury Of One's Peers,"
Which, as we all know, is the pillar & pride of our American
system of jurisprudence, among others.
You, who live in this world, & claim to understand about everything about life—lyricizing in your written words about how
Love Is At The Heart of Things
(With its lovers coming & going)
This is St. Rafael resigning from the service
Of the mad white queen. St. Rafael is no angel.
But Queen makes comparison possible
ou never get to play it, the rackets
Are always missing or else the net’s dissolved
During the winter, and there are mole holes
The energy chest
One keeps dipping in
With the hand of one’s head
Human mothers are right to take such exceptional care of their babies; after all, even from birth, there is no animal which is quite like man. Yes, even as a child, Man differs from the babies of other species.
There will always be a distance
Even when things are pressing
Against one another, so hard
It was probably Persian and certainly blue—
the bowl with patterned birds on the coffee table.
With a twist of the vacuum hose I broke it in two,
She points to the German twins etched on the handle
of the clippers. “Your moon’s in Gemini,” I murmur.
“Gemini who?” she says, pulling away