Tuesday, May 21, 2013

“There are poems
that are never written,
that simply move across
the mind
like skywriting
on a still day:
slowly the first word
drifts west,
the last letters dissolve
on the tongue,
and what is left 
is the pure blue
of insight, without cloud
or comfort.”

- Linda Pastan, “There Are Poems”

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