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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…
Poem of The Day
By Ada Limón
In the Union Square subway station nearly fifteen
years ago now, the L train came clanking by
where …
years ago now, the L train came clanking by
where …
Poem of The Day
By Yesenia Montilla
& I immediately think of Cheryl, her Malik, his beloved
obsession with the team’s orange & blue, a sunset sky over
this city. The ruckus of these players’ sweet grit, the desire they
have to come in first. They rebound & strip like stickup
kids. They pound the paint as if their feet were wrapped in
Timbs, their lean torsos tattered…
obsession with the team’s orange & blue, a sunset sky over
this city. The ruckus of these players’ sweet grit, the desire they
have to come in first. They rebound & strip like stickup
kids. They pound the paint as if their feet were wrapped in
Timbs, their lean torsos tattered…
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Euphony is, in essence, the musicality of poetry. It often evokes positive emotions in the reader or listener and can contribute to the overall mood or atmosphere of a poem.
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