What we want is never simple.
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
What we want is never simple. - 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.
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.
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…
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 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.
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these things bear our names - now… - Linda Pastan
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these things bear our names - now…
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