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.
Poetry: A-C
Salute To All the Countries which Helped Franco
By Robert Bly
Sound of thigh bones dancing
Wakes the West. There,
There are the gold bones, there
The Box of Chocolates
By Robert Bly
He bought her a heart-shaped box of chocolates
Once a year. One life, one woman,
The Fire of Despair Has Been Our Saviour
By Robert Bly
Today, autumn.
Heaven’s roots are still.
O holy trees, rejoicing ruin of leaves
The French Generals
By Robert Bly
Whenever Jesus appears at the murky well,
I am there with my five hundred husbands.
It takes Jesus all day to mention their names.
The Man Whom the Sea Kept Awake
By Robert Bly
I’ve heard the sea upon the troubled rocks
Waste this past night, with dreams more troubled still,
And where the images that you and I
The Parents Poem
By Robert Bly
Led them across a busy street—two lines of traffic.
He started a lost colony for his parents.
The Sorb Is The Tree of Thor, Who Hung Nine Days Wounded
By Robert Bly
Out of the jetty slip the dark bark rides,
As I more leave, each day, the man-leafed tree,
Hearing the Norse tell how they sail the sea.
Two Choral Stanzas
By Robert Bly
The dove returns; it found no resting place;
It was in flight all night above the shaken seas;
Beneath ark eaves
What We Have Inherited From the Intellectual Leadership of New England
By Robert Bly
The shrouded figure struggling to break from the coffin;
The sea giving out muffled cries by night;
The black hose damning the wild river.
After the Earthquakes
By Murray Bodo
Where the stone foaress shoulders the leaning city,
where vacant windows front cracked rooftiles, dislodged
stones,