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PeterRubenMora1: Anonymous As Snow, * Seventeen Winter Aspen Along National Headquarters Trail, Medicine Bow Forest, Happy Jack, Wyoming.
*From the Linda Pastan poem, Ash.
librarybookbot: ‘Why not / live each day as if it were the first — / all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing / her eyes awake that first morning, / the sun coming up / like an ingénue in the east?’
— linda pastan, Imaginary Conversation
HeyJudeNotJudy: Another spring poem, this one by Linda Pastan.
Yawp97: Linda Pastan..."You left/ a partial map/ of your right hand/on every doorknob" so good.
calmurmind: Such an honour to work with fantastic practitioners, great guys, poems ‘Origins’ by Imelda Maguire and ‘What We Want’ by Linda Pastan.
LuckyErica3: Spring BY Linda Pastan
Just as we lose hope
she ambles in,
a late guest
dragging her hem
of wildflowers,
her torn
veil of mist,
of light rain,
blowing
/1
librarybookbot: ‘Why not / live each day as if it were the first — / all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing / her eyes awake that first morning, / the sun coming up / like an ingénue in the east?’
— linda pastan, Imaginary Conversation
TheHudsonReview: “One senses Pastan’s own autumn in this book, the poems like leaves maturing into color, and into a late and mellowed beauty.” Robert Archambeau on the late Linda Pastan’s Almost an Elegy
MoCoSentinel: American Jewish poet Linda Pastan lived in Potomac, Maryland, for the majority of her life and died in Chevy Chase, Maryland, on Jan. 30, 2023.
pragya_arc: Poem of the Week
Egg by Linda Pastan is an epitome of figurative language and symbolism.
Read on the following link
MFiteJohnson: Oh, I just heard that Linda Pastan died. She was one of my very favorite poets. This is my favorite poem of hers, which I first read three years out of high school, and now my 25th reunion will be next year. She has been such a constant in my life.
SeaGoatScreams: I've shared Linda Pastan's work many times here & delighted in people discovering her.
She left us so much richer in rick-rack, light, and learning.
Now she's escaped that carapace, us in the pinpricks of absence - but the words she gifted us? Truly, this is refusal to leave.
LauraTanenbaum: On aging, philosophy, form, and being bad at dying: some more thoughts on Linda Pastan:
jasontandon_: "We have been saved one more time
from what we fear most."
—Linda Pastan
Mehedinrk: If I Had To Live
My Life Again
By Linda Pastan
If I had to live
my life again,
I would work only
in black and white.
I think of Degas’ words
as the snow continues
to fall, blanking out
the green earth,
bleaching the sky,
until only the black
shadows of buildings
are left
DerrickScretch1: Linda Pastan talks with Lucille Clifton
librarybookbot: ‘Why not / live each day as if it were the first — / all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing / her eyes awake that first morning, / the sun coming up / like an ingénue in the east?’
— linda pastan, Imaginary Conversation
consertum: ir's just the wind. . .
As if it weren't the wind
that blows away the tender
fragments of this world—
The Months by Linda Pastan / March
priyankasacheti: This Linda Pastan exquisiteness
poemakontsa: The one poem with one of the most poignant questions:
What does poetry save you from?
By Linda Pastan
SenatorHashmi: No poetic parodies this Session. Just a fragment to close out as we inch our way to this year’s sine die:
“Despite their power,
frailty ran through them
like the darker veins
in the marble of these temples
we call monuments.”
—Linda Pastan
NMitchellwriter: RIP Linda Pastan. “After all these years, the act of writing is still mysterious to me. The metaphors come from” Although we never had a chance to have that glass of wine in your wild garden, our conversation in Plume still shines for me.
LibraryThing: Our Book World News section began with our regular "In Memoriam" feature, paying tribute to the authors, artists and publishers we have lost this past month, including poet Linda Pastan and novelist Ted Bell.
librarybookbot: ‘Why not / live each day as if it were the first — / all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing / her eyes awake that first morning, / the sun coming up / like an ingénue in the east?’
— linda pastan, Imaginary Conversation
JorgeLanda: I was the child until
my mother died;
now I’m the child again
afraid in the night
and sleep as elusive
as the past I cling to.
—“4 A.M.”, Linda Pastan
TomSnarsky: “Leave me [/] with the scenery:” Linda Pastan, from her Five Stages of Grief—
BaltimoreEditor: With gratitude for Linda Pastan, 1932-2023. Poet Laureate of Maryland, 1991-1995. An honor to publish her poems in our Winter 2013 issue.
shettyvu: This poem by Linda Pastan showed me what poetry was capable of—
bloodsigns: From Linda Pastan’s “Waiting for my Life” what strikes me is that before discovering her I was using the phrase “the dailiness of life” with a friend to describe the demarcation between my writing life/self, and the self that lives in the world with all the things to be done …
chadryanframe: Saddened to hear of Linda Pastan's passing.
She once approached me out of the audience after I'd given a reading with "I'd like to buy your book."
I sheepishly replied I didn't have one yet. She glared at me, said, "Well, that's ridiculous," and left.
A legend of poetry and sass.
TerrapinBooks: Check out my February Poetry Newsletter. Includes a poem and craft tip from Linda Pastan, a video featuring Nicole Hefner Callihan, and a mini review of Molly Peacock’s new book, A Friend Sails in on a Poem.
bloodsigns: Every once in a while, you find a poet, and you think we could have been great friends. I didn’t know Linda Pastan — but certainly reading her poems from “Waiting for My Life” feels like we would have recognized one another.
cross_davis: Linda Pastan. Please read more of her work.
LexieB2: Marked as to-read: Carnival Evening by Linda Pastan
poetfeeder: Poetry as using up the world. Linda Pastan on motives for writing poetry (at 25:35): "One of the motives has to be how to make use of the world around you. I sometimes think of it as being thrifty–everything can finally be used in a poem."
readalittlepoem: "And every night I give my body up
limb by limb, working upwards
across bone, towards the heart."
— Linda Pastan, "I Am Learning to Abandon the World"
Read more here:
annaverbee: Practical advice from Linda Pastan on Valentine’s Day
RohanMaitzen: “For life is continuous / as long as they wait / to be read — these inked paths / opening into the future…”
I love this poem by Linda Pastan. It makes me want to go book shopping (though what doesn’t, tbh?!).
megmcdermott92: One of Linda Pastan’s books was among the set of contemporary poetry I was reading in college while discovering that I actually did like poetry to my great surprise and wanted to write it. Here is one of those poems that struck me then.
KingMeMovie: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
FoodtheMusical: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
ForgottenGPoems: How about two Linda Pastan poems for your Tuesday? Both of these are from An Early Afterlife (1995).
jasontandon_: "There are poems
that are never written..."
—Linda Pastan
ReginaRosenfeld: I can't stop thinking about this Linda Pastan poem...
PaisleyRekdal: RIP to Linda Pastan: a poet whose lyric simplicity--which was and is not at all simple--always offered rich rewards.
Y7beTzgvRQBnNJp: 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
/Dasha Pears
_tosprng: encyclopedia of an ordinary life, amy krouse rosenthal / at breakfast, laurits andersen ring / imaginary conversation, linda pastan / thank you my fate, anna swir
poemakontsa: A question I often ask myself
"What does poetry save you from?"
Linda Pastan
From the pale silence
of morning and the din
of afternoon.
From the flight into darkness
of those I continue
to love.
NYTObits: “Death, of course, is the ultimate danger, the ultimate loss, and as I move closer to it, I write about it more frequently and perhaps more feelingly,” the poet Linda Pastan said in 2016. She has died at 90.
NYTObits: In 15 poetry collections, beginning in the early 1970s, Linda Pastan wrote of family, nature, loss and sometimes dogs.
jflier: R.I.P. Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
DSMWcom: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
MathyPoems: Celebrate the long life of Linda Pastan by continuing to read her poems; this posting offers a great place to start:
marian_v_o: This is a lovely tribute to Linda Pastan, including her wonderful poem ‘Algebra’.
RachelA_Adler: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
PoliticsProse: P&P was saddened to learn of Linda Pastan's passing. Not only was Linda a beautiful poet, she was a long-standing friend of the store. We hope you have a few moments to spend some time with her work today.
AbuelaFox: Obituary Note: Linda Pastan
sahaysmita: Rest in peace, Linda Pastan
AWOConnorELA: Earlier this week, we lost Linda Pastan, a great American poet who also became a favorite of American Lit Poetry Fridays.
patricklclary: Author of “5 Stages of Grief,” Linda Pastan’s poetry darkened as she aged but she still found time for young poets and the dogs in her life…RIP
NatalieJabbar: Farewell, Linda Pastan.
ConsueloPoet: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
My_poetic_side: Linda Pastan Dies/ Poet Sculpture Gets Planning Permission – Poetry News Roundup 6th February
priyankasacheti: Linda Pastan, sigh.
OneArtPoetry1: Linda Pastan - Three Perfect Days
thefairyden: You grind the coffee with the small roar of a mind trying to clear itself. I set the table, glance out the window where dew has baptized every living surface.
Linda Pastan, Imaginary Conversation
readingnooks: WHAT WE WANT
“What we want
Is never simple.”
~ Linda Pastan, Carnival Evening, Poems
GuerrillaGsOT: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
nytimesbooks: “Death, of course, is the ultimate danger, the ultimate loss, and as I move closer to it, I write about it more frequently and perhaps more feelingly,” the poet Linda Pastan said in 2016. She has died at 90.
NYTObits: Linda Pastan, whose elegantly simple poems found beauty and, sometimes, pain in the ordinary sights and moments of life, has died at 90.
moondoggyspad: Goodnight, Linda Pastan.
votegirlvote: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
ObitIndex: From New York Times Obituaries - Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
DashkaSlater: After reading the Times obit for the poet Linda Pastan this morning, I read all the poems of hers people posted on Twitter & thought about how my college poetry professors made me feel dumb for loving her because she was so “domestic.”
rachelbauch: A lovely Linda Pastan poem for your Sunday or almost Monday:
ArtsJournalNews: Linda Pastan, Whose Poetry Illuminated Everyday Life, 90:
donnakaz: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
raju: Changes your mind about clocks, watches and time.
Linda Pastan, poet, 90.
DSMWcom: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
NYTObits: Linda Pastan, whose elegantly simple poems found beauty and, sometimes, pain in the ordinary sights and moments of life, has died at 90.
ChelsDingman: “Here flowers and flesh don’t wither.
Here you will never leave me.
Here poetry will save the world.”
Revisiting QUEEN OF A RAINY COUNTRY by Linda Pastan today.
jasontandon_: A poem by Linda Pastan, who passed away last Monday.
holdengraber: LINDA PASTAN, R. I. P.
“There is only one thing I fear in life, my friend: one day, the black will swallow the red.”
~ Mark Rothko
risa_m_mandell: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
rhill41: Another elegant poet gone to rest. My colleague Bill Koon (RIP) at THE SOUTH CAROLINA REVIEW marked her work for publication 50+ years ago. Sad never to have met her in person.
davidabatchelor: Sad News: Linda Pastan, poet of concentrated beauty, dies at 90
BooksByKDWaring: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
CandiceKelsey1: Thank you LINDA PASTAN (1933-2023) for choosing to write—
BooksByKramer: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
RDPohl1: Headline may be vague, but the poetry wasn't.
MontMaxton: NYT obit
priscillagilman: Life is continuous
as long as they wait
to be read--these inked paths
opening into the future, page
after page, every book
its own receding horizon.
And I hold them, one in each hand,
a curious ballast weighing me
here to earth.
Linda Pastan
DSMWcom: Linda Pastan, Poet Who Plumbed the Ordinary, Dies at 90
NYTObits: Linda Pastan, whose elegantly simple poems found beauty and, sometimes, pain in the ordinary sights and moments of life, has died at 90.
travelfarnow: 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.
—Linda Pastan (1932 - 2023)
chaloelikesthis: Since everyone is posting Linda Pastan tonight. I could always relate to this one. Rest in peace.
ecopoems: “How wrong we both were
about each other,
and how happy we have been.”
Linda Pastan, I Married You
wmpreston: When I heard Linda Pastan had passed, I went to her Carnival Evening collection to see what I had bookmarked. “There Are Poems”:
MatyldaStein: 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
/Dasha Pears
MontMaxton: Linda Pastan in October 2022 reading from her last book. via Eugene Ethelbert Miller’s Instagram.
