Linda Pastan Dark Poems
- 1. The Months
January
Contorted by wind,
mere armatures for ice or snow,
... - 2. 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
... - 3. Vertical
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 we will be horizontal
... - 4. The Happiest Day
It was early May, I think
a moment of lilac or dogwood
when so many promises are made
it hardly matters if a few are broken.
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