Poetry is not a code to be broken but a way of seeing with the eyes shut. — Linda Pastan Copy Share Image
Poetry is not a code to be broken but a way of seeing with the eyes shut. — Linda Pastan Copy Share Image
“Despite the enormous evening sky spreading over most of the canvas, its moon no more than a tarnished coin, dull and flat, in a devalued currency; despite the trees, so dark themselves, stretching upward like supplicants, utterly leafless; despite what could be a face, rinsed of feeling, aimed in their direction, the two small figures at the bottom of this… — Linda Pastan Copy Share
Evil is simply a grammatical error: a failure to leap the precipice between "he" and "I. — Linda Pastan Copy Share Image
I am tired of the litany of months, September October I am tired of the way the seasons keep changing, mimicking the seasons of… — Linda Pastan Copy Share Image
I made a list of things I have to remember and a list of things I want to forget, but I see they are… — Linda Pastan Copy Share Image
“I'm only leaving you for a handful of days, but it feels as though I'll be gone forever—- the way the door closes behind me with such solidity, the way my suitcase carries everything I'd need for an eternity of traveling light. I've left my hotel number on your desk, instructions about the dog and heating dinner. But like the… — Linda Pastan Copy Share
There are poems that are never written, that simply move across the mind like skywriting on a still day: slowly the first word drifts… — Linda Pastan Copy Share Image
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these… — Linda Pastan Copy Share Image
I have dreamed of our bed as if it were a shore where we would be washed up, not this striped mattress we must… — Linda Pastan Copy Share Image