Linda Pastan (1932 - / New York / United States)
Poems by Linda Pastan : 8 / 20
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?
Linda Pastan
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Read poems about / on: grief, tree, song
Poems by Linda Pastan : 8 / 20
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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.
I would rather have a pear over an apple!
dan