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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

if only there had been a flower





A New Poet

by Linda Pastan

Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower
out in the woods. You don't see

its name in the flower books, and
nobody you tell believes
in its odd color or the way

its leaves grow in splayed rows
down the whole length of the page. In fact
the very page smells of spilled

red wine and the mustiness of the sea
on a foggy day - the odor of truth
and of lying.

And the words are so familiar,
so strangely new, words
you almost wrote yourself, if only

in your dreams there had been a pencil
or a pen or even a paintbrush,
if only there had been a flower.



 
Well, isn't it funny how that works. I've just discovered the poet, Linda Pastan. Like finding a new wildflower. Isn't that cool. Another lovely one by her here. I've popped her newest book up on the recommended shelf above.



2 comments:

  1. lovely words, lovely images, simply lovely. Found and re-found.

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