#morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong

[dk-thrive]

And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap

And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

— Linda Pastan, from “I Am Learning to Abandon the World” PM/AM: New and Selected Poems (W. W. Norton & Company; October 17, 1982) (via Read a Little Poetry)

#Linda Pastan #morning #night #sleep #awaken #coffee #sun #sunshine #dawn #wake up #weekend

[thedancemostofall]

Learning to Abandon the World

by Linda Pastan

I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

[publicuniversalbuddy]

I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

Linda Pastan, “I Am Learning to Abandon the World” from PM/AM: New and Selected Poems (New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 1982

#thank you linda pastan rest in peace

[firstfullmoon]

I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

— Linda Pastan, “I Am Learning To Abandon the World”

#morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong #as i take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends #w #poetry #linda pastan #it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world

[marcopolorules]

Estoy aprendiendo a abandonar el mundo⠀ antes de que él pueda abandonarme a mí.⠀ Ya he renunciado a la luna⠀ y a la nieve, cerrando mis persianas⠀ a los reclamos de lo blanco.⠀ Y el mundo se ha llevado⠀ a mi padre, mis amigos.⠀ He renunciado a las líneas melódicas de las colinas,⠀ trasladándome a un paisaje plano, mudo.⠀ Y cada noche renuncio a mi cuerpo⠀ miembro a miembro en sentido ascendente⠀ a través de mis huesos hacia el corazón.⠀ Pero llega la mañana, con breves⠀ aplazamientos en la forma de café y el canto de los pájaros.⠀ Al otro lado de la ventana un árbol⠀ que hasta hace unos instantes no era más que una sombra⠀ recupera sus ramas hoja a hoja.⠀ Y mientras yo recupero mi cuerpo⠀ el sol apoya su cálido hocico en mi regazo⠀ como para enmendar el daño ocasionado.⠀ ⠀ I AM LEARNING TO ABANDON THE WORLD⠀ I am learning to abandon the world⠀ before it can abandon me.⠀ Already I have given up the moon⠀ and snow, closing my shades⠀ against the claims of white.⠀ And the world has taken⠀ my father, my friends.⠀ I have given up melodic lines of hills,⠀ moving to a flat, tuneless landscape.⠀ And every night I give my body up⠀ limb by limb, working upwards⠀ across bone, towards the heart.⠀ But morning comes with small⠀ reprieves of coffee and birdsong.⠀ A tree outside the window⠀ which was simply shadow moments ago⠀ takes back its branches twig⠀ by leafy twig.⠀ And as I take my body back⠀ the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap⠀ as if to make amends.⠀ ⠀ Linda Pastan⠀ & Kyle Dunn @__kyledunn__ (artist)⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ #portraitpainting #acrylicart #acrylicpaint #acrylicpainting #acrylique #acrylicpainter #acryliconpanel #acrylicpaints #acrylicpaintings #contemporaryart #contemporaryartist #contemporarypainting #contemporarypainter #contemporarypaintings #contemporarypaintings #contemporary_art #contemporarypainters #contemporaryfigurativeart #newcontemporary #modernart #modernpainting #artgallery #contemporaryartgallery #figurative #figurativeart #figurativepainting #figurativeportrait #vagabondwho #marcopolorules #kyledunn https://www.instagram.com/p/CTU6ajnD8hX/?utm_medium=tumblr

#portraitpainting #acrylicart #acrylicpaint #acrylicpainting #acrylique #acrylicpainter #acryliconpanel #acrylicpaints #acrylicpaintings #contemporaryart #contemporaryartist #contemporarypainting #contemporarypainter #contemporarypaintings #contemporary_art #contemporarypainters #contemporaryfigurativeart #newcontemporary #modernart #modernpainting #artgallery #contemporaryartgallery #figurative #figurativeart #figurativepainting #figurativeportrait #vagabondwho #marcopolorules #kyledunn

[apoemaday]

I Am Learning to Abandon the World

by Linda Pastan

I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

#poetry #Linda Pastan #i am learning to abandon the world

[the-ablest-navigators]

I Am Learning to Abandon the World

BY LINDA PASTAN

I am learning to abandon the world

before it can abandon me.

Already I have given up the moon

and snow, closing my shades

against the claims of white.

And the world has taken

my father, my friends.

I have given up melodic lines of hills,

moving to a flat, tuneless landscape.

And every night I give my body up

limb by limb, working upwards

across bone, towards the heart.

But morning comes with small

reprieves of coffee and birdsong.

A tree outside the window

which was simply shadow moments ago

takes back its branches twig

by leafy twig.

And as I take my body back

the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap

as if to make amends.

(iPhone 8; Abandoned corner store; Pike County)

#iphone photography #abandoned places #linda pastan #rural arkansas

[rosepoems]

I Am Learning to Abandon the World

Linda Pastan

I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

#linda pastan

[machiavelique]

I am learning to abandon the world

I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

- Linda Pastan

[whisperthatruns]

I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

Linda Pastan, “I Am Learning to Abandon the World”

#linda pastan #i am learning to abandon the world #poetry

[dk-thrive]

And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends. — Linda Pastan, “I Am Learning to Abandon the World” from PM/AM: New and Selected Poems (New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 1982). (via Alive on All Channels)

#Linda Pastan #morning #sun #body #awaken #bone #wake #monday

[illiteratejosh]

I am Learning to Abandon the World

I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friend. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upward across bone, toward the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

[dk-thrive]

And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap

And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

~ Linda Pastan, from “I Am Learning to Abandon the World” in PM/AM: New and Selected Poems (New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 1982)

#Linda Pastan #sun #warm #lost #body #coffee