The Months –Linda Pastan From The Last Uncle March When the Earl King came to steal away the child in Goethe’s poem, the father said don’t be afraid, it’s just the wind… As if it weren’t the wind that blows away the tender fragments of…
Poetry: Love Poem
Love Poem –Linda Pastan From The Imperfect Paradise I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand on its dangerous banks and watch it carry with it every twig every dry leaf and branch in its path every…