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.
Your beauty, which I lost sight of once
for a long time, is long,
not symmetrical, and wears
Once a woman went into the woods.
The birds were silent. Why? she said.
Thunder, they told her,
Those groans men use
passing a woman on the street
or on the steps of the subway
The wind runs free across our plains,
The live sea beats forever at our beaches.
Man makes earth fertile, earth gives him flowers and fruits.
In a corner of Eden
the one-horned black
rare rhinoceros slept in the shade,
Three countries blacken and vanish,
rivers run unlighted and silent,
lamp by lamp of the city came, went,
If ghosts existed there are some men
who could never effectually belong
to a thin as air congregation,
Ship-building emperors commanded
these night-obscuring giant beams,
with open-work like ribs defended
There is another room
You could spend time in.
What a shame not to enter
Ferocious flower
Cast out
Dent de lion