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.
Could it be that I am the one
who is the false Dmitri the
For those little stabs of pain
in the region of the heart the
When I was a young man
chasing girls I was so
hot to get into them I
The mind of a lover is a labyrinth
of false starts and miscalculations
you must get well right
away your mistress loves
you and she needs you to
Did he imagine that her letters
were written to him those ones
They call me Jack Jigger because
I’m entirely made of little pieces
Taken from other people (some are
I know two lovers who could not see each other correctly.
They kissed a lot but what they saw was not really the
other person. It was a person each one had made up.
The lightest touch
if it is gently giv-
en can yield as much
affection as a deep
A whole stolen afternoon before us
no hurry no haste savoring every