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.
Poetry: S-U
E Train-8:32 AM
By Hugh Seidman
For now labor must be done
by the poor from the planets of sleep,
Goddesses
By Hugh Seidman
though who would kick beauty in the teeth? (O bitter
aftertaste!)
I Dream of You as the Mother and of the Poet of She Who is the Death of Orpheus in Your Dream
By Hugh Seidman
Sheen on your hair on the back of your book
jacket. Intellect’s steel, perhaps I said.
My friend and teacher until we did not talk,
Kaddish
By Hugh Seidman
O Life Life Life
I yelled to the mohel’s knife
Lake
By Hugh Seidman
And day fades to mind: a purple
drugged on lush, sweet,
thick late summer.
Poetics
By Hugh Seidman
This fact shamed, appalled, excited —
like some beautiful stranger one hunted when one was
young,
The Dew
By Hugh Seidman
He taught what fathers teach,
but not the dew and if
The Mother
By Hugh Seidman
Ultimate, white-haired
bandaged at the eyes like judgement
you lie at the hospital stainless faucets and the pipes
The Null Geodesics
By Hugh Seidman
Thus, a woman under the stars might have been you.
Mozart in Prague
By Jaroslav Seifert
I want to wake her, run to greet her,
even if she were dead a hundred years
and showed herself as no more than a shadow