Linda Pastan

(1932 - / New York / United States)

Pears - Poem by Linda Pastan

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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?


Comments about Pears by Linda Pastan

  • Rookie warner treuter (8/19/2010 2:38:00 AM)

    Very creative use of leading into images. Prime fruit. Strike that. Too corny; thus, some might this comment out of context. Whatever, I like this poem, the way it travels. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Dan Tharp (3/1/2006 1:15:00 PM)

    I would rather have a pear over an apple!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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