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.
sun is first coming through the eucalyptus early morning
the question you asked
in the center of the world we were making
Undone. Only a head, a fine
cheek and throat his chisel cut
from white. She waits to become a thought,
Night arrives solid and heavy
more than several blocks long—to displace
its weight and float like a tanker over us.
When I was a teacher
I taught the truth, viz.,
The two great levelers are
when out walked I
down fell the sky,
a backward boom
His kind decree: we should not cut ourselves
Upon sharp edges;
So, when that parent rib was fleshed,
Who killed Cock Robin?
Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
What’s in the cupboard?
In the poor doldrums of the day
The shuffling sails hung empty until John Field
Blew music toward them, and suddenly
What do I see? What do I wish to tell.
How haunting the shadow of a metal stair
Circling a tank is in the evening sun?