Linda Pastan (1932–2023)
Autor von Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems 1968-1998
Über den Autor
Linda Pastan lives in Potomac, maryland.
Werke von Linda Pastan
Pm/am : new and selected poems 1 Exemplar
To a Daughter Leaving Home {poem} 1 Exemplar
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Literature: An Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, and Drama (1995) — Mitwirkender, einige Ausgaben — 919 Exemplare
The Golden Shovel Anthology: New Poems Honoring Gwendolyn Brooks (2017) — Mitwirkender — 17 Exemplare
When She Named Fire: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry by American Women (1900) — Mitwirkender — 11 Exemplare
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- Andere Namen
- Olenik, Linda B (birth)
- Geburtstag
- 1932-05-27
- Todestag
- 2023-01-30
- Geschlecht
- female
- Nationalität
- USA
- Geburtsort
- The Bronx, New York, USA
- Sterbeort
- Chevy Chase, Maryland, USA
- Todesursache
- surgery, complications
- Wohnorte
- Potomac, Maryland, USA
- Ausbildung
- Radcliffe College (BA)
Simmons University (MLS)
Brandeis University (MA) - Berufe
- dichter
- Beziehungen
- Pastan, Rachel (daughter)
- Preise und Auszeichnungen
- Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize (2003)
Poet Laureate of Maryland (1991-1995)
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- ISBNs
- 36
I found Ms Patan’s poems beautiful and accessible.
My brother attended his 50th high school reunion last year (mine is this year) and this poem perfectly sums up his experiences.
Class Notes
"My high school class of 1950
is disappearing over the edge
of the world– a snowless avalanche.
Rosalie of the pancake makeup;
Alex who outran us even towards death;
three Susans, two Davids, and a Roger.
When I see our class representative’s
name on an incoming email,
I think of how families must have felt
during World War II when they saw
the Western Union bicycle approaching.
And I remember all of us lining up
in gym class as captains chose their teams.
The line would dwindle until, on one leg
then the other, I was standing almost alone.
Maybe whoever is doing the choosing now
thinks I would be no good at dying."
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