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 they want us. But what we want appears in dreams,… — 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… — Linda Pastan Copy Share
Evil is simply a grammatical error: a failure to leap the precipice between "he" and "I. — Linda Pastan Copy Share
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
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
“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… — 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
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
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
“I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades… — Linda Pastan Copy Share
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… — Linda Pastan Copy Share
