Linda Pastan
A New Poet by Linda Pastan

A New Poet by Linda Pastan

Finding a new poetis like finding a new wildflowerout in the woods. You don't seeits name in the flower books, andnobody you tell believesin its odd color or the wayits leaves ...

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Marks by Linda Pastan

Marks by Linda Pastan

My husband gives me an Afor last night's supper, an incomplete for my ironing, a B plus in bed.My son says I am average, an average mother, but ifI put my mind to itI could ...

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To A Daughter Leaving Home by Linda Pastan

To A Daughter Leaving Home by Linda Pastan

When I taught youat eight to ridea bicycle, loping alongbeside youas you wobbled awayon two round wheels,my own mouth roundingin surprise when you pulledahead down the curvedpath ...

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Vermilion by Linda Pastan

Vermilion by Linda Pastan

Pierre Bonnard would enterthe museum with a tube of paintin his pocket and a sable brush.Then violating the sanctityof one of his own frameshe'd add a stroke of vermilionto the ...

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The New Dog by Linda Pastan

The New Dog by Linda Pastan

Into the gravity of my life,the serious ceremoniesof polish and paperand pen, has comethis manic animalwhose innocent disruptionsmake nonsenseof my old simplicities- as if I ...

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Traveling Light by Linda Pastan

Traveling Light by Linda Pastan

I am only leaving youfor a handful of daysbut it feels as thoughti will be gone foreverthe way the door closesbehind me with such soliditythe way my suitcasecarries everythingi'd ...

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Love Poem by Linda Pastan

Love Poem by Linda Pastan

I want to write youa love poem as headlongas our creekafter thawwhen we standon its dangerousbanks and watch it carrywith it every twigevery dry leaf and branchin its pathevery ...

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What We Want by Linda Pastan

What We Want by Linda Pastan

What we wantis never simple.We move among the thingswe thought we wanted:a face, a room, an open bookand these things bear our names--now they want us.But what we want appearsin ...

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Meditation By The Stove by Linda Pastan

Meditation By The Stove by Linda Pastan

I have banked the firesof my bodyinto a small but steady blazehere in the kitchenwhere the dough has a life of its own,breathing under its damp clothlike a sleeping child;where ...

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Something About The Trees by Linda Pastan

Something About The Trees by Linda Pastan

I remember what my father told me:There is an age when you are most yourself.He was just past fifty then,Was it something about the trees that make him speak?There is an age when ...

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Petit Dejeuner by Linda Pastan

Petit Dejeuner by Linda Pastan

I sing a songof the croissantand of the wily Frenchwho trick themselves dailyback to the worldfor its sweet ceremony.Ah to be reeledup into morningon that crisp,butteryhook.

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The Cossacks by Linda Pastan

The Cossacks by Linda Pastan

For Jews, the Cossacks are always coming.Therefore I think the sun spot on my armis melanoma. Therefore I celebrateNew Year's Eve by countingmy annual dead.My mother, when she was ...

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The Happiest Day by Linda Pastan

The Happiest Day by Linda Pastan

It was early May, I thinka moment of lilac or dogwoodwhen so many promises are madeit hardly matters if a few are broken.My mother and father still hoveredin the background, part ...

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Shadblow by Linda Pastan

Shadblow by Linda Pastan

Because the shadare swimmingin our waters now,breaching the skinof the river with theirtarnished silvery fins,heading upstreamstraight for our tableswhere alreadyknives and forks ...

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Pears by Linda Pastan

Pears by Linda Pastan

Some sayit was a pearEve ate.Why else the shapeof the womb,or of the celloWhose single song is grieffor the parent tree?Why else the fruit itselftawny and sweetwhich your ...

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Self-Portrait by Linda Pastan

Self-Portrait by Linda Pastan

After Adam ZagajewskiI am child to no one, mother to a few,wife for the long haul.On fall days I am happywith my dying brethren, the leaves,but in spring my head achesfrom the ...

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Wind Chill by Linda Pastan

Wind Chill by Linda Pastan

The door of winteris frozen shut, and like the bodiesof long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned whereverthe cold road has taken them. How ceremonious snow is,with what quiet ...

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Jump Cabling by Linda Pastan

Jump Cabling by Linda Pastan

When our cars touchedWhen you lifted the hood of mineTo see the intimate workings underneath,When we were bound togetherBy a pulse of pure energy,When my car like the princessIn ...

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Prosody 101 by Linda Pastan

Prosody 101 by Linda Pastan

When they taught me that what mattered mostwas not the strict iambic line goose-steppingover the page but the variationsin that line and the tension producedon the ear by the ...

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Home For Thanksgiving by Linda Pastan

Home For Thanksgiving by Linda Pastan

The gathering familythrows shadows around us,it is the late afternoonOf the family.There is still enough lightto see all the way back,but at the windowsthat light is wasting ...

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Emily Dickinson by Linda Pastan

Emily Dickinson by Linda Pastan

We think of hidden in a white dressamong the folded linens and sachetsof well-kept cupboards, or just out of sightsending jellies and notes with no addressto all the wondering ...

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On the Steps of the Jefferson Memorial by Linda Pastan

On the Steps of the Jefferson Memorial by Linda Pastan

We invent our godsthe way the Greeks did,in our own image—but magnified.Athena, the very mother of wisdom,squabbled with Poseidonlike any human siblinguntil their furious ...

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Mosaic by Linda Pastan

Mosaic by Linda Pastan

1. THE SACRIFICEOn this tilethe knifelike a sickle-moon hangsin the painted airas if it had learned a danceof its own,the way the boy has among the vivid breakable flowers, ...

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The Months by Linda Pastan

The Months by Linda Pastan

JanuaryContorted by wind,mere armatures for ice or snow,the trees resolveto endure for now,they will leaf out in April.And I must be as patientas the trees—a winter resolutionI ...

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Vertical by Linda Pastan

Vertical by Linda Pastan

Perhaps the purpose of leaves is to conceal the verticality of trees which we notice in December as if for the first time: row after row of dark forms yearning upwards. And since ...

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I Married You by Linda Pastan

I Married You by Linda Pastan

I married you for all the wrong reasons, charmed by your dangerous family history, by the innocent muscles, bulging like hidden weapons under your shirt, by your naive ties, the ...

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