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 am this haunting music. Never look
Beneath the mask. There is a monster there—
At first she is only mildly annoyed: the car
won't start, it's happened before. She'll phone
her husband—what is his name?—at his office,
Too brief to be called
A song, yet so distinctive:
What bird can it be?
The Joyful Feelings met you as
Yesterday emerged from the tiny windows
outside Tiffany’s My rough
Two sharp eminences with a valley between
Through which the erratic witness of a loosened tongue
Flows to the sea: Mount M__________. Mark it well.
I envy them and cannot find
Any comfort in my own uncertainty.
This will be your office, Mr. Blank,
While you remain attached to the Poetry .
Division of the Department of Mediocrity.
All summer long
while other trees
reached for more
Rectangularity controls the setting
Of tables, the organization of paint
On canvas, and the sport of ping-pong.
It's like heaven: you've got to die
To get there. And you can't be sure.
The publisher might go out of business.