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Monday, February 29, 2016

Monday Poem: The Almanac of Last Things




The Almanac of Last Things
 
From the almanac of last things
I choose the spider lily
for the grace of its brief
blossom, though I myself
fear brevity,
 
but I choose The Song of Songs
because the flesh
of those pomegranates
has survived
all the frost of dogma.
 
I choose January with its chill
lessons of patience and despair--and
August, too sun-struck for lessons.
I choose a thimbleful of red wine
to make my heart race,
 
then another to help me
sleep. From the almanac
of last things I choose you,
as I have done before.
And I choose evening
 
because the light clinging
to the window
is at its most reflective
just as it is ready
to go out.
 
Linda Pastan ~
 
(Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems 1968-1998)






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