Linda Pastan (May 27, 1932 -) He’s out rescuing his fallen holliesafter the renegade snowstorm,sawing their wounded limbs offquite mercilessly (I think of the scenein “Kings Row,” the young soldier wakingto find his legs gone).He’s tying up young bamboo—their delicate tresses litter the driveway—shovelling a door through the snowto free the imprisoned azaleas.I half expect …
Linda Pastan – The Bookstall
Linda Pastan (May 27, 1932 -) Just looking at themI grow greedy, as if they werefreshly baked loaveswaiting on their shelvesto be broken open—that oneand that—and I make my choicein a mood of exalted luck,browsing among themlike a cow in sweetest pasture.For life is continuousas long as they waitto be read—these inked pathsopening into the …
