Discussion → A poem by Linda Pastan

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    Sam Rasnake
    Feb 24, 02:35pm

    What We Want

    What we want
    is never simple.
    We move among the things
    we thought we wanted:
    a face, a room, an open book
    and these things bear our names--
    now they want us.
    But what we want appears
    in dreams, wearing disguises.
    We fall past,
    holding out our arms
    and in the morning
    our arms ache.
    We don't remember the dream,
    but the dream remembers us.
    It is there all day
    as an animal is there
    under the table,
    as the stars are there
    even in full sun.


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    Susan Tepper
    Feb 24, 04:54pm

    To Sam~ How beautiful that you posted this most incredible Linda Pastan poem that falls into the theme of this new group. Reading it I felt my heart breaking..


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    Jen Knox
    Feb 24, 05:34pm

    "Wearing disguises" ...Yup. Thanks for posting this!



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