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.
Wouldn’t you say that the locksmiths come back from fishing for whales
their hands full
and their looks ecstatic
The idea is, it makes life easier
by giving the unwanted thing
a looser hold. Never mind
We watched her raise herself; her eyes, unseeing
The damask walls and delicate ornament,
As if she thought she heard a servant thieving,
All right. Let’s hear it
for this fine figure of a
trout on every plate.
The “historical process” begins as a small tube
attached to the left ventrical.
From here it joins the mainstream with a series
These tall things don’t need weeding.
But I can’t get over the fireplace.
It’s useless.
1.
It is cold enough for rain
to coagulate & fall in heavy drops.
Tonight a skin of ice will grow
Tall hunters come; the fresh wind had the feel
Of an old anger blowing from beyond
The elms that edge the wood. Down on the pond,
We started early, took some pictures
(A red bow in your hair);
And there were waterfalls on mountains
So they made room for all the bricks and stones
When they moved to the country. It was part of
America’s expansion.