Linda Pastan Door Poems
- 1. The Months
January
Contorted by wind,
mere armatures for ice or snow,
... - 2. Traveling Light
I am only leaving you
for a handful of days
but it feels as thought
i will be gone forever
... - 3. Vermilion
Pierre Bonnard would enter
the museum with a tube of paint
in his pocket and a sable brush.
Then violating the sanctity
... - 4. Wind Chill
The door of winter
is frozen shut,
and like the bodies
...
