Poems by Linda Pastan
To A Daughter Leaving Home
... while you grew smaller, more breakable ...
Home For Thanksgiving
... Of the family.There is still enough light ...
Prosody 101
... a cold front yourself lately, and as I walked in ...
What We Want
... our arms ache. We don't remember the dream, ...
The Happiest Day
... but of how it would feel on my bare shoulder ...
The New Dog
... make nonsense of my old simplicities--as if I needed him ...
Self-Portrait
... After Adam ZagajewskiI am child to no one, mother to a few, ...
Jump Cabling
... I thought why not ride the rest of the way together ...
Pears
... over breakfast lets go your pear- ...
Emily Dickinson
... the stiff wind of her mind, stinging or gentle, ...
Wind Chill
... with what quiet severity it turns even death to a formal ...
Something About The Trees
... Was it something about the trees that make him speak ...
Meditation By The Stove
... neglecting the child who waits under the table, ...
A New Poet
... In fact the very page smells of spilledred wine and the mustiness of the sea ...
Petit Dejeuner
... I sing a song of the croissant ...
