Thursday, April 29, 2010


i just realized i have two linda pastan poems on my wall. i'm a fan.
one is called Waiting for My Life. very appropriate, i think.

"I waited for my life to start
for years, standing at bus stops
looking into the curved distance
thinking each bus was the wrong bus;
or lost in books where I would travel
without luggage from one page
to another; where the only breeze
was the rustle of pages turning,
and lives rose and set
in the violent colors of suns.

Sometimes my life coughed and coughed:
a stalled care about to catch,
and I would hold someone in my arms,
though it was always someone else I wanted.
Or I would board any bus, jostled
by thighs and elbows that knew
where they were going; collecting scraps
of talk, setting them down like birdsong
in my notebook, where someday I would go
prospecting for my life."

-Linda Pastan

very appropriate, indeed. imagine the person in the poem is me. basically sums up how i feel about life right now.

1 comment:

Whitney Leigh said...

When I read Linda Pastan I literally thought you were talking about a type of pasta. And I was like, "Huh. Poems about pasta. I'm all about that."

But this was good too.