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.
The new Commissioner was free to choose a dwelling which suited his fancy. If it did not exist, it would be built for him at public expense. But when he asked for a pagoda, he was given a geodesic dome.
Into sunlight they marched,
into dog day, into no saints day,
and were cut down.
When I arrive I close the door, holding the lock’s chain
in my hand. Face the closed door, lid of the peephole
A small patch of light defines
your body like a plate-glass window.
I will not go to the women
for they are few and far away.
They say that when a goose flies south it holds a twig in its beak to keep from making a sound the hunters might hear.
I was bilbarious I was overt under the line overt the word
It walks.
That is,
it puts one foot in front of another
Their tracings, nearly identical.
Knowing, tonight
if I start with one I should carry through,
I was watching the last minutes
of the ’76 Summer Olympics when