Linda Pastan

(1932 - / New York / United States)

Linda Pastan Poems

1. On the Steps of the Jefferson Memorial 6/19/2015
2. Mosaic 12/1/2015
3. The Months 3/24/2015
4. Vertical 2/28/2014
5. I Married You 2/28/2014
6. Traveling Light 2/28/2014
7. The Cossacks 1/20/2003
8. Petit Dejeuner 1/13/2003
9. Wind Chill 1/13/2003
10. Jump Cabling 1/13/2003
11. Shadblow 1/13/2003
12. Self-Portrait 1/13/2003
13. Pears 1/13/2003
14. Emily Dickinson 1/13/2003
15. Meditation By The Stove 1/13/2003
16. Vermilion 1/13/2003
17. Prosody 101 1/13/2003
18. Home For Thanksgiving 1/13/2003
19. The New Dog 1/13/2003
20. What We Want 1/13/2003
21. Something About The Trees 1/13/2003
22. The Happiest Day 1/13/2003
23. Love Poem 3/12/2006
24. A New Poet 1/13/2003
25. To A Daughter Leaving Home 1/13/2003
26. Marks 1/7/2004

Comments about Linda Pastan

  • tabil (2/17/2018 1:13:00 AM)

    i need the of linda pastan on lesson from nature

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  • Li Sharry Li Sharry (10/14/2017 1:23:00 AM)

    I like your poem very much! I would like to translate some of them into Chinese, could you please agree? Thank you. my emali:

  • Li Sharry Li Sharry (10/14/2017 1:15:00 AM)

    I really like your wonderful poems, That is really amazing!

  • M W (2/18/2014 5:19:00 AM)

    In the poem, ADAM AND EVE, ” BY LUCAS CRANACH THE elder 1526, what was the point in comparing Eve, bored of paradise, with a female teenager leaving a mall never to be seen? Is curiosity and a sense of adventure to be considered the mortal sin? And thus merits disappearance, death or worse abuse?

  • Akanksha Bhatt Akanksha Bhatt (10/2/2012)

    i really love your poems mam! especially To A Daughter Leaving Home. i just love it!

Best Poem of Linda Pastan


My husband gives me an A
for last night's supper,
an incomplete for my ironing,
a B plus in bed.
My son says I am average,
an average mother, but if
I put my mind to it
I could improve.
My daughter believes
in Pass/Fail and tells me
I pass. Wait 'til they learn
I'm dropping out.

Read the full of Marks


Pierre Bonnard would enter
the museum with a tube of paint
in his pocket and a sable brush.
Then violating the sanctity
of one of his own frames
he'd add a stroke of vermilion
to the skin of a flower.
Just so I stopped you
at the door this morning

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