Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Linda Pastan

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 scruple when we see it so swollen with runoff that even as we watch we must grab each other and step back we must grab each other or get our shoes soaked we must grab each other "Love poem" ~ Linda Pastan

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 scruple when we see it so swollen with runoff that even as we watch we must grab each other and step back we must grab each other or get our shoes soaked we must grab each other "Love poem" ~ Linda Pastan

They stole my mother’s silver, Melted it down, perhaps, Into pure mineral, worth Only it own weight. We must eat with our hands now, Grab for food In this new place of greed Our table set Only with memories tarnishing Even as we speak: Serving the broth To children who will forget To polish her silver, forget even To lock the house. Where forks and spoons are divided From all purpose, Patterns are lost like friezes After centuries of rain, And every knife is robbed Of its cutting edge. “Burglary” ~ Linda Pastan