Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
If a man walks with one hand on the baby carriage
As he argues with the mother but picks blossoms
From the park trees to fold into the carriage
Ardea Candidissima, snowy
Heron or White
Egret, printed London 1835, not
Here is a little book of instructions. It says care
must be taken. For instance, a form of health as a
version of vanity (as when a poor stonecutter set up
The new theory of the universe predicts,
for instance, gravity. And history. It is correct.
It is complex. There are men too eager to know,
Pei designed the building with views,
smooth masonry, and the mountains aligned
for a photo opportunity; inside are files
sufficient for forever, for fine tuning weather.
A man bigger than you and more intelligent
walks into his future as into a dining room
anticipating small surprises and large comforts.
Nicodemus Makes an Analysis
Jesus said to Nicodemus, "Very truly, I
tell you, no one can see the kingdom of
God without being born again." —John 3:3
Jerusalem, before sunrise
Thesis: That the body cannot repent
of its own nativity, cannot re-form,
Its intentions are clear as the air in a bee hive
It is not a surrogate for a kind of absence.
It declares itself like a finger. Cicero
Hi, I said, glistening from the running;
You must be J.’s friend. Shall we fuck?
Like a cavalry charging, productive loins
in parallel
Straddle baby carriages;