Linda Pastan Child Poems
- 1. Meditation By The Stove
I have banked the fires
of my body
into a small but steady blaze
here in the kitchen
... - 2. The Months
January
Contorted by wind,
mere armatures for ice or snow,
... - 3. Something About The Trees
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?
... - 4. Self-portrait
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