Linda Pastan (1932–2023)
Auteur de Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems 1968-1998
A propos de l'auteur
Linda Pastan lives in Potomac, maryland.
Œuvres de Linda Pastan
Pm/am : new and selected poems 1 exemplaire
To a Daughter Leaving Home {poem} 1 exemplaire
Oeuvres associées
Literature: An Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, and Drama (1995) — Contributeur, quelques éditions — 919 exemplaires
The Golden Shovel Anthology: New Poems Honoring Gwendolyn Brooks (2017) — Contributeur — 17 exemplaires
When She Named Fire: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry by American Women (1900) — Contributeur — 11 exemplaires
Étiqueté
Partage des connaissances
- Autres noms
- Olenik, Linda B (birth)
- Date de naissance
- 1932-05-27
- Date de décès
- 2023-01-30
- Sexe
- female
- Nationalité
- USA
- Lieu de naissance
- The Bronx, New York, USA
- Lieu du décès
- Chevy Chase, Maryland, USA
- Cause du décès
- surgery, complications
- Lieux de résidence
- Potomac, Maryland, USA
- Études
- Radcliffe College (BA)
Simmons University (MLS)
Brandeis University (MA) - Professions
- dichter
- Relations
- Pastan, Rachel (daughter)
- Prix et distinctions
- Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize (2003)
Poet Laureate of Maryland (1991-1995)
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Statistiques
- Œuvres
- 27
- Aussi par
- 9
- Membres
- 563
- Popularité
- #44,421
- Évaluation
- 3.9
- Critiques
- 14
- ISBN
- 36
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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