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: J-L
She’s Not Gone
By Philip Levine
Someone enters your life
on a day you no longer
remember. The years pass,
The All-Time Greatest Hit Is..
By R. S. Levine
The Beach Boys haven’t had a hit song in years
yet their albums continue to enjoy an extraordinary success.
The Drunkard
By Philip Levine
He fears the tiger standing in the way.
The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls.
Like moons, the two blank eyes tug at his bowels.
The Turning
By Philip Levine
Unknown faces in the street
and winter coming on. I
stand in the last moments of
Two Poems
By R. S. Levine
It’s been suggested by the New Radicals
in America that perhaps the best, no,
the penultimate act would be, of all things,
Who Are You
By Philip Levine
It’s morning; you are six
Impatient to be off
In the clear cold light
“Plastic”
By R. S. Levine
It’s been suggested by the New Radicals
in America that perhaps the best, no,
the penultimate act would be, of all things,
Matisse in the Rotogravure: The Cutouts
By Howard Levy
Age, he says, is just another color,
one, frankly, he would prefer not to use.
New Age
By Robert Levy
Fingering the tourmaline amulet
strung around her neck, she hopes to channel
a “plasma”—ethereal and healing—
that might resuscitate her blood. Doctors,
To Aleksander Wat
By Howard Levy
look around them, they spare themselves
the torments of community.