In 1932, Linda Pastan was born to a Jewish family in the Bronx. She graduated from Radcliffe College and received an MA from Brandeis University.
She is the author of Traveling Light (W. W. Norton & Co., 2011); Queen of a Rainy Country (2006); The Last Uncle (2002); Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems 1968-1998 (1998), which was nominated for the National Book Award; An Early Afterlife (l995); Heroes In Disguise (1991), The Imperfect Paradise (1988), a nominee for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize; PM/AM: New and Selected Poems (l982), which was nominated for the National Book Award; The Five Stages of Grief (l978), and A Perfect Circle of Sun (l971).
About Pastan's The Five Stages of Grief, the poet May Sarton said, "It is about all her integrity that has made Linda Pastan such a rewarding poet. Nothing is here for effect. There is no self-pity, but in this new book she has reached down to a deeper layer and is letting the darkness in. These poems are full of foreboding and acceptance, a wry unsentimental acceptance of hard truth. They are valuable as signposts, and in the end, as arrivals. Pastan's signature is growth."
Among her many awards and honors include a Pushcart Prize, a Dylan Thomas Award, the Di Castagnola Award, the Bess Hokin Prize, the Maurice English Award, the Charity Randall Citation, and the 2003 Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize. She was a recipient of a Radcliffe College Distinguished Alumnae Award.
From 1991 to 1995, she served as the Poet Laureate of Maryland, and was among the staff of the Breadloaf Writers Conference for twenty years. Linda Pastan lives in Potomac, Maryland.
"Dreams are the only afterlife we know/ the place where the children we were rock in the arms of the children we have become." I dived into the 70s poems of Linda Pastan and listened to a voice filled with grace, helping me tap my own unsurfaced feelings. Pastan still writes today in her 80s. In her senior year at Radcliffe, she won a poetry contest, with Sylvia Plath taking second!
I am a tourist in my own life, gazing at the exotic shapes of flowers as if someone else had planted them
In this collection, the Pastan leads us through the various stages of her life (thus far): from visions of childhood to being a mother herself, and moving into middle age. As the piece above demonstrates, she often feels as if she is "prospecting for my life" -- trapped as she is by family/domesticity. I would imagine there are many people who feel this way, especially parents, that life is passing them by, that they are merely spectators. A quiet grief pervades most of these poems. This collection is not a profound as some of her other pieces, but there are moments of astounding depth and feeling. Pastan possesses the wondrous gift of being able to achieve so much with so few words. Though these poems may be bleak, let us take pains so as not to routinely view life in such dire circumstances, but to be thankful for the gift that it is.
you’d be right to judge this book by its cover. and it rocks. lovely lil poems that are wintry, patient, longing, contemplative, fixated on time and relationships and often snow. picked this up on a whim at the library but they’re making me return it and i need a copy now.
I feel very much like I can identify with these poems, though they are not as powerful as I sometimes want them to be. They have a passive quality--a quite, understated tone.