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.
(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
Rain putters down on the wood shingles overhead,
now smattering heavily, becoming
a language I think I will learn one day
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
We walk across the snow,
The stars can be faint,
The moon can be eating itself out,
a few feet about the sunken green bank
where a man used to sit and think
the flock shifts weight like a snowplowing skier
and turns, and yahonks and spirit-cries
toward that flow of light spelled into its windings
A tiny creature moves
through the tide pool, holding up
its little fortress foretelling
another lifetime is up for us,
another life is upon us.