Poem of the Day
Study of Children
By Asha Futterman
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
Knowing that Penn had dabbled, periodically,
in paints, noting the modest watercolor
Hundreds came to pay tribute and to pick over more
than 22,000 objects: sequined vests, fur coats, goblets,
gave way to works stripped of
anecdote, all light, hush
Radiographs showing fine details of vomer, dentition,
vertebral column, pectoral and pelvic girdles
No vertebrate diet of comparable silica
content has been described. Though well defended
Most of the mass of the universe
may be contained in dark matter.
No one knows what that may be.
The strength of its emission is consistent
with a pattern of violent collisions
To focus all four on the same subject,
to combine their light in phase
Night has just begun to have its say.
So why do we care when the door accordions open
To some total stranger’s paradise without us?