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.
No earthly image —only clouds,
affluent clouds, seen from high above,
still bright at the approach of evening.
The great
The great central
central icon
I’ve never been
to heaven
I’ve never been to heaven,
A fragment
A fragment
from a North
Her name
was Margaret
and she drummed
Forests burn into their clearings. A sense of dread.
We want to see the Statue of Liberty giggling.
In my experience—waking
life—nothing had readied me for such an arrival.
Gravedigger of moths,
Prince of bedbugs,
Tuner of the harps of black ants,
Here there are small animals
foraging and content
Perhaps this is what’s called