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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