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.
A slender plank above a waterhole,
planted on end to meet my wants,
I hear its whisper in the stock.
Eastern Sea, 100 fathoms,
green sands, pebbles,
broken shells.
Jesus wrote in the sand.
I write in red notebooks. . . .
After grace and after rain,
If a man walks with one hand on the baby carriage
As he argues with the mother but picks blossoms
From the park trees to fold into the carriage
Ardea Candidissima, snowy
Heron or White
Egret, printed London 1835, not
Here is a little book of instructions. It says care
must be taken. For instance, a form of health as a
version of vanity (as when a poor stonecutter set up
The new theory of the universe predicts,
for instance, gravity. And history. It is correct.
It is complex. There are men too eager to know,
Pei designed the building with views,
smooth masonry, and the mountains aligned
for a photo opportunity; inside are files
sufficient for forever, for fine tuning weather.
A man bigger than you and more intelligent
walks into his future as into a dining room
anticipating small surprises and large comforts.
Nicodemus Makes an Analysis
Jesus said to Nicodemus, "Very truly, I
tell you, no one can see the kingdom of
God without being born again." —John 3:3
Jerusalem, before sunrise
Thesis: That the body cannot repent
of its own nativity, cannot re-form,