Kundalini Splendor

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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Poem by Linda Pastan 

The Almanac of Last Things

From the almanac of last things

I choose the spider lily

for the grace of its brief

blossom, though I myself

fear brevity,

but I choose The Song of Songs

because the flesh

of those pomegranates

has survived

all the frost of dogma.

I choose January with its chill

lessons of patience and despair--and

August, too sun-struck for lessons.

I choose a thimbleful of red wine

to make my heart race,
then another to help me sleep.

From the almanac

of last things I choose you,

as I have done before.

And I choose evening
because the light clinging

to the window

is at its most reflective

just as it is ready

to go out.

Linda Pastan

(Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems 1968-1998)

(photo by Susan Voison)

(Note: The spacing on this poem is incorrect--my computer seems to have a mind of its own and doesn't want to take orders from me. But the images are indeed sublime. Linda Pastan is one of our most gifted poets.)

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