Friday, November 05, 2010

Poetry Friday: Change of Seasons



Here are two parts of Linda Pastan's twelve-part poem, The Months:


October

How suddenly
the woods
have turned
again. I feel

like Daphne, standing
with my arms
outstretched
to the season,

overtaken
by color, crowned
with the hammered gold
of leaves.


November

These anonymous
leaves, their wet
bodies pressed
against the window

or falling past—
I count them
in my sleep,
absolving gravity,

absolving even death
who knows as I do
the imperatives
of the season.


Pastan has perfectly captured the changes that have taken place between the glowing, sunny October images in my mosaic, and the chilly, dark dampness we now have. Her whole twelve-part poem describes an entire year just as effectively. It's sometimes hard to remember the oppressive heat of summer or the delights of the first buds of spring at this point in the swing of the seasons, but her poem takes you right back. Poetry is good for that -- holding onto what is fleeting.

JoAnn at Teaching Authors has the roundup today.  Go over and see what other poems this fall day has in store for you!

12 comments:

  1. I love your mosaic, Mary Lee -- crisscross contrails, skies, horses, and a mysterious woman with a plant on her head. Poetry and photographs both capture what is fleeting!

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  2. Fantastic array of pix, Mary Lee. I love them! Thanks for sharing these poems. I esp love

    crowned
    with the hammered gold
    of leaves.


    and the idea of absolving gravity. I can't quite forgive gravity for what it's doing to me:>) But I like the theory!

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  3. You make me want to read the whole year, Mary Lee! My favorite parts are the same as Laura's -- beautiful imagery!

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  4. Hi, Mary Lee. What a beautiful poem -- I love Daphne with the golden leaves. I'm going to go look for the rest of the poem.

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  5. Lovely. Thanks for the introduction to this poem. Great pics, too.

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  6. Linda Pastan is one of my favorite poets to read! Thank you for sharing her poem in this space--I hope you all check out more of her lovely work.

    I really need to figure out how to make a mosaic of my own. Any tips where to start--where to find a good tutorial?

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  7. These anonymous
    leaves, their wet
    bodies pressed
    against the window

    Wow that is a fresh, stunning way of saying what we keep seeing! I want to write about leaves but am afraid it will all be cliche. These poems bust out of all that and I love it! Thanks for sharing them!

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  8. Another wonderful, interesting, inspiring mosaic, Mary Lee -- and I hadn't seen Pastan's poem before. What a treat -- thanks so much for sharing.

    Like Laura, I love the hammered gold of leaves. :)

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  9. Thanks for posting Pastan's poem. I'd never read it before. I love it--and the pictures too!

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  10. Wow, does she capture October so well. I loved the lines, "crowned/with the hammered gold/of leaves," too. Thank you for sharing her work!

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  11. That is cool, Mary Lee. Great choice for the mosaic. Last week I tried standing under a tree to absorb some of the wonderful color. I didn't succeed, but enjoyed the attempt!

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  12. Mary Lee, Your mosaics always inspire me to remember your posts and also the days I've left behind. They're like tiny notebooks, in photo. Happy Poetry Sunday! A.

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