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
Poetry: S-U
To The Earth
By David Shapiro
I fell with my father through space
In a space module as round
as your thumb
On a Saturday
By Harvey Shapiro
When you write something
you want it to live—
you have that obligation, to give it
At Auden’s Grave
By Karl Shapiro
From Vienna it’s picture-postcard all the way.
Tell me, was ever such a land at ease!
The fat farms glistening, the polished pigs.
At Auden’s Grave
By Karl Shapiro
From Vienna it’s picture-postcard all the way.
Tell me, was ever such a land at ease!
The fat farms glistening, the polished pigs.
Grit
By Don Share
On a Washington Heights corner in the panting swelter,
I learned that grit was not hominy, or teeth, but proud
squalor.
Learning Persian
By Solmaz Sharif
deek-teh
deek-tah-tor
behn-zeen
dee-seh-pleen
Afterlife, Her Empty Dress
By Brenda Shaughnessy
I lie quiet among my possible suits,
feet to head, feet to head.
Blue, black, white, red.
All Possible Pain
By Brenda Shaughnessy
Feelings seem like made-up things,
though I know they’re not.
Blueberries for Cal
By Brenda Shaughnessy
Watching little Henry, six, scoop up blueberries
and shovel them into his mouth, possessed.
I’m so glad I brought blueberries—wish my kids
Embarrassment
By Brenda Shaughnessy
It's a wave, isn't it? Not a particle,
A fresh, cool wave so why am I flushed
and not washed?
Why dirtier than before?