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: S-U
Two Poems
By Lisa Sewell
Far above the malleable half-rib floater,
a sudden unexpected pain
skitters where the skin curve of the fifth rib
Admonitions to a Special Person
By Anne Sexton
Watch out for power
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.
Homecoming
By Tom Sexton
On the Irish coast, a rutted road
traced a winding track along the wind-
scored face of a limestone bluff.
The Poet of Ignorance
By Anne Sexton
Perhaps the earth is floating,
I do not know.
Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups
Two Hands
By Anne Sexton
From the sea came a hand,
ignorant as a penny,
troubled with the salt of its mother,
Six Poems
By Patty Seyburn
At my wedding, my father, ten years dead,
practices what Isaac Babel called
the "genre of silence"—that is,
Sorority
By Patty Seyburn
Naomi said, Go home girls, I'm cursed,
and we clutched, cried No! No!
the proper length of time. Then
The Alphabetizer Speaks
By Patty Seyburn
have never known starvation nor plenitude
and unless the order of the world
changes, I won’t.
Where Were You, Nymphs?
By Patty Seyburn
Where were you, nymphs,
when I was learning to apply
the proper plaster of Paris and papier-mâché
Present Moment
By Charif Shanahan
All day I think about what to do with the day.
I walk down the street for a coffee and to think
About what to do after that.