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: V-Z
Marginal Questions, Winter, English 101, Frost
By Brian Wickers
Why does the speaker stop by the woods?
would you have stopped be honest
would you care to be in New England
The Seismographic Ear
By Laurance Wieder
The reason that I choose this flat
Prosey tone is that I know the truth
Will not be found in elaborate fountains
These Anemones, Their Song Is Made Up As They Float Along
By Laurance Wieder
In 1954, in June
I saw a total eclipse of the sun by the moon.
I saw the flowers fold up, the birds
Water is the Mother of Ice
By Laurance Wieder
Then love introduces the expensive dream
Of peace into this last report on the future
Of the past, as the pen snaps
Advice
By John Wieners
A pleasant meadow
where sleeping maids lay
one cousin awakes
After Reading Second Avenue
By John Wieners
I have your books, your mouth to remember me as well.
Caviar Tears
By John Wieners
no one to dine with
no one to smoke with
He’s not here no one’s here
By John Wieners
your suggestion, “I know a motel,”
coming to my room instead, prone amid sheets
Paul II
By John Wieners
The faces of children
encourage deeds
of innocence
Sounds in the Night
By John Wieners
Sea birds over the river
Hover in my dreams at night.