Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
In the vacant lot nobody else wanted to rebuild,
dirt scumbled for years with syringes and dead
weed-husks, tire-shreds and smashed beer bottles,
They are far from shore.
Foam-glittering , they rise from the waves
in a pure fountain
Softness belongs to life.
Tell me your forbidden thoughts
and we will breathe together.
In Belgium on his day, servant girls knew
to stay away from the fields, because
he gave the cabbages large heads
Less without any cause
and effect in yellow you
came up the eastern evening
(tongue twisters, etc. for e.e. cummings)
THE CHEAP SHEIKH AND THE CHIC SHAH SEEK TO SPEAK AT A SECRET SPA.
((THE CHEAP SHEIKH AND CHIC SHAH SEEK TO CHEEK TO CHEEK AT A SECRET SPA. . .))
In the evening
haze darkening on the hills,
purple
Possibly a child is not damaged immediately
but only after some time has passed.
When the parent who sits on the edge
Through a dark winter
In a cold chambre de bonne
I lay still and dreamt