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Poem of The Day
By Jerome Rothenberg
1
he picks a coin up
from the ground
it burns his hand
like ashes it is red
& marks him as it marks
the others hidden
he is hidden in the forest
in a world of nails
his dibbik fills him
2
Each night another one would hang himself. Airless boxcars.
Kaddish. "What will they do with us?" The brown & black
spots on their bellies…
he picks a coin up
from the ground
it burns his hand
like ashes it is red
& marks him as it marks
the others hidden
he is hidden in the forest
in a world of nails
his dibbik fills him
2
Each night another one would hang himself. Airless boxcars.
Kaddish. "What will they do with us?" The brown & black
spots on their bellies…
Poem of The Day
By Dan Vera
I will tell you why she rarely ventured from her house.
It happened like this:
One day she took the…
It happened like this:
One day she took the…
Poem of The Day
By Edith Sitwell
Houses red as flower of bean,
Flickering leaves and shadows lean!
Pantalone, like a parrot,
Sat and grumbled in the garret—
Sat and growled and grumbled till
Moon upon the window-sill
Like a red geranium
Scented his bald cranium.
Said Brighella, meaning well:
“Pack your box and—go to Hell!
Heat will cure your rheumatism!” . . .
Silence crowned…
Flickering leaves and shadows lean!
Pantalone, like a parrot,
Sat and grumbled in the garret—
Sat and growled and grumbled till
Moon upon the window-sill
Like a red geranium
Scented his bald cranium.
Said Brighella, meaning well:
“Pack your box and—go to Hell!
Heat will cure your rheumatism!” . . .
Silence crowned…
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