Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
The lightest touch
if it is gently giv-
en can yield as much
affection as a deep
The apparition of these faces in the bough;
Crowds on a wet, black petal.
The apparition of these boughs in the face;
Crowds on a wet, black petal.
My theory that the people on both sides
of the mountain range were Brabers is a-
rousing violent controversy and censure
is too much with me daylong and
in my dreams my mind is invaded
Remembering Nabokov
A dark damp night and a sudden hatch
of moths has covered the glass of the
Egon Schiele knew that he was two people
there was no doubt about it Romain Gary
wanted to be two people but he made a
They call me Jack Jigger because
I'm entirely made of little pieces
Taken from other people (some are
Each day the purple clematis climbs further up the wire beside the kitchen door
Green fingers twine around the strands of wire
And soon there is another blossom with a yellow star at its center
Sometimes when I am working
In the forest clearing brush from
The hemlocks, a wood nymph approaches
Make It Simple
make it so simple a child
of six can understand the