{"id":81,"date":"2019-12-05T19:28:00","date_gmt":"2019-12-05T19:28:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/12\/05\/a-poem-for-thursday-60\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T21:00:01","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T21:00:01","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-60","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/12\/05\/a-poem-for-thursday-60\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #60"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
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Linda Pastan served as the Poet Laureate of Maryland from 1991 until 1995. She attended Radcliffe College and in her senior year, she won the Mademoiselle <\/i>poetry prize. Sylvia Plath was the runner-up. Pastan produces “quiet lyrics that focus on themes like marriage, parenting, and grief. She is interested in the anxieties that exist under the surface of everyday life.”<\/p>\n

You tell me to live each day<\/i>
\nas if it were my last. This is in the kitchen<\/i>
\nwhere before coffee I complain<\/i>
\nof the day ahead – that obstacle race<\/i>
\nof minutes and hours,<\/i>
\ngrocery stores and doctors.\u00a0<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nBut why the last? I ask. Why not<\/i>
\nlive each day as if it were the first –\u00a0<\/i>
\nall raw astonishment, Eve rubbing<\/i>
\nher eyes awake that first morning,<\/i>
\nthe sun coming up<\/i>
\nlike an ing\u00e9nue in the east?<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nYou grind the coffee<\/i>
\nwith the small roar of a mind\u00a0<\/i>
\ntrying to clear itself. I set<\/i>
\nthe table, glance out the window<\/i>
\nwhere dew has baptized every\u00a0<\/i>
\nliving surface.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nImaginary Conversation<\/i>
\nLinda Pastan<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by\u00a0Skyler Gerald\u00a0on\u00a0Unsplash Linda Pastan served as the Poet Laureate of Maryland from 1991 until 1995. She attended Radcliffe College and in her senior year, she won the Mademoiselle poetry prize. Sylvia Plath was the runner-up. Pastan produces “quiet lyrics that focus on themes like marriage, parenting, and grief. She is interested in the anxieties that exist under the surface of everyday life.” You tell me to live each day as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen where before coffee I complain of the day ahead – that obstacle race of minutes and hours, grocery stores and doctors.\u00a0 But why the last? I ask. Why not live each day as if it were the first –\u00a0 all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing her eyes awake that first morning, the sun coming up like an ing\u00e9nue in the east? You grind the coffee with the small roar of a mind\u00a0 trying to clear itself. I set the table, glance out the window where dew has baptized every\u00a0 living surface. Imaginary Conversation Linda Pastan<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1771,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-81","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=81"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2539,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81\/revisions\/2539"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1771"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=81"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=81"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=81"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}