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Linda Pastan Poems

  • Meditation By The Stove
    I have banked the fires
    of my body
    into a small but steady blaze
    here in the kitchen ...
  • The Months
    January

    Contorted by wind,
    mere armatures for ice or snow, ...
  • To A Daughter Leaving Home
    When I taught you
    at eight to ride
    a bicycle, loping along
    beside you ...
  • The New Dog
    Into the gravity of my life,
    the serious ceremonies
    of polish and paper
    and pen, has come ...
  • Prosody 101
    When they taught me that what mattered most
    was not the strict iambic line goose-stepping
    over the page but the variations
    in that line and the tension produced ...
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Thought 7 Mother 6 Winter 5 Flower 5 Small 5 Skin 4 Child 4 Door 4 Dark 4 Face 4


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  • Susurromecanico: in the evenings my griefs come to me one by one. they tell me what i had hoped to forget. they perch on my shoulders like mourning doves. they are the color of light fading. (linda pastan)
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  • Susurromecanico: in the evenings my griefs come to me one by one. they tell me what i had hoped to forget. they perch on my shoulders like mourning doves. they are the color of light fading. (linda pastan)
  • Theabhayk: what an exquisite poem! marks by linda pastan! how many marks do you (the readers) get on these!
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The Three Bares
 by Robert Service

Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean
And so she thought she'd soak 'em in a bucket o' benzine.
It worked all right. She wrung 'em out then wondered what she'd do
With all that bucket load of high explosive residue.
She knew that it was dangerous to scatter it around,
For Grandpa liked to throw his lighted matches on the ground.
Somehow she didn't dare to pour it down the kitchen sink,
And what the heck to do with it, poor Ma jest couldn't think.
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