Plunder by Linda Pastan

Plunder: to a young friend by Linda Pastan On a day of windy transition, one season to the next, you spoke of helping your mother close her house, of the choices you had to make—what to discard, what to keep—as if it were your childhood itself waiting to be plundered.  You kept a Persian rug, […]

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Musee Des Beaux Arts by W.H. Auden

Musée Des Beaux Arts By W.H. Auden About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters: how well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting For the miraculous birth, there always […]

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