Linda Pastan

Ferns  | Cycle
December 14, 2015 Pastan Linda

Ferns 

 

Wind thrums
these green harps
into sudden music

low under the trees
almost beneath
our notice

though cut
at the stem
they could fan

the likes of Cleopatra
into lazy
concupiscence.

 

 

Cycle

 

1. Dawn

Like an infant’s head
crowning,
the sun

emerges—round
and rosy–
out of the sea.

2. Midday

We go together
like the two
hands

of a clock
about to achieve
noon.

3. Dusk

Why are there
searchlights
in the garden?

Those are
the chrysanthemums
you say.

Linda Pastan’s 14th book of poems, Insomnia (W. W. Norton, 2015), won the Towson University Prize for Literature. In 2003 she won the Ruth Lilly Prize for lifetime achievement.  In May, 2018 W. W. Norton published A Dog Runs Through It.