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: G-I
The Bottomless Eye
By Diana Der Hovanessian
The word for childish greed
in Armenian is the same
as for an eye with a hole.
After the War
By Vilma Howard
John was the writer tell me
who was John
Brother
L’invitation au Voyage
By Richard Howard
Wandering with you the shore
Which parallels our river
Like a second thought,
On Tour
By Richard Howard
It is the movement that disturbs the line,
Thickening the form,
Turning into warm
Stanzas in Bloomsbury: Mrs. Woolf entertains the notion of a novel about Lord Byron
By Richard Howard
. . . wanting to build up my
imaginary figure with every
scrap I could find, when
With a Potpourri from Down Under
By Richard Howard
Anything but rotten, such flowers are ill
named, remaining exempt from the compost fate
by a decorum of fatigue, keeping still
from Defenestration of Prague
By Susan Howe
Skeletal kin
tilt
italic lunacy
from Penitential Cries
By Susan Howe
Stand up facing the wall, chair behind you. Not feet splayed outward, you cannot go that low
My Enemy
By Fanny Howe
My enemy keeps
a bowl of anemones
on my bedside table
Original
By Fanny Howe
When you pressed two rings,
the one larger than the other,
into my tongue, you crushed my hunger.