Sunday Poetry: Let the Eye Enlarge
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here.
I love today’s poem Autumn by Linda Pastan. So many poems about fall are about death and endings, but Pastan chooses to look at this season in a different way. I appreciated that reminder. How about you?
Remember, we read poetry together here for the pure pleasure of the experience. There are no quizzes, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. Absolutely no dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read.” What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week? If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’ll listen.
Remember, too, there is a special giveaway in progress for those who comment on any Sunday Poetry blog before year’s end. An autographed copy of Billy Collins’s Horoscopes for the Dead. See the details here. I’ve carried this precious autographed book from New York to Virginia, on to North Carolina, and now to Florida. It’s waiting for someone to claim it.
Will it be you?
Well – it is autumn and I am in Florida too! It doesn’t seem like fall to me, so I bought a special coffee mug with leaves on it and a pumpkin scented candle. Especially since I’m looking out the window at sunshine, palm trees and egrets, this poem brings me ‘home’….(to where I’ll be in another week and see for myself all the fall colors). But I’ll be back here soon!
Great way to begin my Sunday morning Emilie – thanks for sharing.
It definitely does not feel like fall here. But like you, the poem brought it home. Enjoy your trip AND autumn at home.