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: G-I
Ode
By Peyton Houston
Then to go there in the dusky
heavy air of that place yet always
carrying in the shielding
Sometimes in a House There is No One
By Peyton Houston
You call out again to announce your arrival:
As before, there is no answer.
You stand up, look around, find the kitchen.
The Rower
By Peyton Houston
Going among the harsh hollows of the water,
The skiff navigates between the crests
And almost is swamped by them. The rower pulls
The Bottomless Eye
By Diana Der Hovanessian
The word for childish greed
in Armenian is the same
as for an eye with a hole.
After the War
By Vilma Howard
John was the writer tell me
who was John
Brother
L’invitation au Voyage
By Richard Howard
Wandering with you the shore
Which parallels our river
Like a second thought,
On Tour
By Richard Howard
It is the movement that disturbs the line,
Thickening the form,
Turning into warm
Stanzas in Bloomsbury: Mrs. Woolf entertains the notion of a novel about Lord Byron
By Richard Howard
. . . wanting to build up my
imaginary figure with every
scrap I could find, when
With a Potpourri from Down Under
By Richard Howard
Anything but rotten, such flowers are ill
named, remaining exempt from the compost fate
by a decorum of fatigue, keeping still
from Defenestration of Prague
By Susan Howe
Skeletal kin
tilt
italic lunacy