Just looking at them I grow greedy, as if they were freshly baked loaves waiting on their shelves to be broken open--that one and that--and I make my choice in a mood of exalted luck, browsing among them like a cow in sweetest pasture. For life is continuous as long as they wait to be read--these inked paths opening into the future, page after page, every book its own receding horizon. And I hold them, one in each hand, a curious ballast weighing me here to earth.
Just looking at them I grow greedy, as if they were freshly baked loaves waiting on their shelves to be broken open--that one and that--and I make my… - Linda Pastan
Just looking at them I grow greedy, as if they were freshly baked loaves waiting on their shelves to be broken open--that one and that--and I make my…
- Linda Pastan
Evil is simply a grammatical error: a failure to leap the precipice between "he" and "I. - Linda Pastan
Evil is simply a grammatical error: a failure to leap the precipice between "he" and "I.
There are poems that are never written, that simply move across the mind like skywriting on a still day: slowly the first word drifts west, t… - Linda Pastan
There are poems that are never written, that simply move across the mind like skywriting on a still day: slowly the first word drifts west, t…
I am tired of the litany of months, September October I am tired of the way the seasons keep changing, mimicking the seasons of the flesh w… - Linda Pastan
I am tired of the litany of months, September October I am tired of the way the seasons keep changing, mimicking the seasons of the flesh w…
I made a list of things I have to remember and a list of things I want to forget, but I see they are the same list. - Linda Pastan
I made a list of things I have to remember and a list of things I want to forget, but I see they are the same list.
Spring is the shortest season. - Linda Pastan
Spring is the shortest season.
Poetry is not a code to be broken but a way of seeing with the eyes shut. - Linda Pastan
Poetry is not a code to be broken but a way of seeing with the eyes shut.
I have dreamed of our bed as if it were a shore where we would be washed up, not this striped mattress we must cover with sheets. [from "After an Abs… - Linda Pastan
I have dreamed of our bed as if it were a shore where we would be washed up, not this striped mattress we must cover with sheets. [from "After an Abs…
Grief is a circular staircase. - Linda Pastan
Grief is a circular staircase.
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