Linda Pastan

(1932 - / New York / United States)

Poems of Linda Pastan

21. Vertical 2/28/2014
22. What We Want 1/13/2003
23. Wind Chill 1/13/2003

Pears

Some say
it was a pear
Eve ate.
Why else the shape
of the womb,
or of the cello
Whose single song is grief
for the parent tree?
Why else the fruit itself
tawny and sweet
which your lover
over breakfast
lets go your pear-
shaped breast
to reach for?

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