I Am Learning to Abandon the World by Linda Pastan
"And every night I give my body up / limb by limb, working upwards / across bone, towards the heart."
Waiting For My Life by Linda Pastan
1. This time tomorrow I'll have arrived somewhere else. I wonder how empty the road will be, riding into the darkness. I wonder if I'll feel afraid, but also excited. Like I want to throw my life out the window, at
Why Are Your Poems So Dark? by Linda Pastan
I have thirty-three versions of Moon River. I don't think it will ever be enough. We're after the same rainbow's end— Why Are Your Poems So Dark? Linda Pastan Isn't the moon dark too, most of the time? And doesn't
The Obligation to Be Happy by Linda Pastan
Dear R., it just hit me: I am alone. I know I sent you a letter last Sunday, breaking the silence. A singularly bad idea, I remember saying. But that's done. I wonder if you're happy. If that's worth leaving
Because by Linda Pastan
Goodbye, August. Because Linda Pastan Because the night you asked me, the small scar of the quarter moon had healed—the moon was whole again; because life seemed so short; because life stretched before me like the darkened halls of nightmare; because I knew exactly what I
A New Poet by Linda Pastan
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. A New Poet Linda Pastan Finding a new poet is like finding a new wildflower out in the woods. You don't see its name in the flower books, and nobody you tell believes in its odd color or the way its leaves grow
Love Poem by Linda Pastan
Crazy night out. So that I don't think of you. Love Poem Linda Pastan I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand on its dangerous banks and watch it carry with it every twig every dry leaf and branch in its path every