A new collection from a poet long recognized for her "unfailing mastery of her medium" ( New York Times ).
Linda Pastan meditates on themes of aging and memory, language and art in this moving collection, where she travels from the Thanksgiving table, a "palimpsest / with traces of the past / showing through," to Japan, where she dreams in haiku. "Pastan . . . expresses a full range of the possibilities and potencies of the human, feminine voice" ( Boston Globe ).
from "In the Forest" The trees are lit from within like Sabbath candles before they are snuffed out. Autumn is such a Jewish season, the whole minor key of it. Hear how the wind trembles through the branches, vibrato as notes of cello music.