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Chargement... Almost an Elegy: New and Later Selected Poemspar Linda Pastan
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"A moving and incandescent volume from a poet celebrated for her 'unfailing mastery of her medium' (New York Times Book Review). In poems of graceful lyricism and penetrating observation, award-winning poet Linda Pastan sheds new light on the complexities of ordinary life and the rising tide of mortality. Drawing from Pastan's five most recent volumes-including The Last Uncle (2002), Traveling Light (2011), and Insomnia (2015)-and with over thirty new poems, Almost an Elegy reflects on beauty, old age, and the probability of loss. Whether in a lush evocation of an impressionist painting or a wry and wistful ode to a car key, Pastan finds lucid meaning in the passage of time"-- Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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I found Ms Patan’s poems beautiful and accessible.
My brother attended his 50th high school reunion last year (mine is this year) and this poem perfectly sums up his experiences.
Class Notes
"My high school class of 1950
is disappearing over the edge
of the world– a snowless avalanche.
Rosalie of the pancake makeup;
Alex who outran us even towards death;
three Susans, two Davids, and a Roger.
When I see our class representative’s
name on an incoming email,
I think of how families must have felt
during World War II when they saw
the Western Union bicycle approaching.
And I remember all of us lining up
in gym class as captains chose their teams.
The line would dwindle until, on one leg
then the other, I was standing almost alone.
Maybe whoever is doing the choosing now
thinks I would be no good at dying."
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