Wednesday, May 28, 2008

what we want

by Linda Pastan
from Carnival Evening

What we want
is never simple.
We move among the things
we thought we wanted:
a face, a room, an open book
and these things bear our names—
now they want us.

But what we want appears
in dreams, wearing disguises.

We fall past,
holding out our arms
and in the morning
our arms ache.
We don't remember the dream,
but the dream remembers us.
It is there all day
as an animal is there
under the table,
as the stars are there


Sandra Evertson said...

Beautiful here...
Sandra Evertson

maddie said...

ohhhhhhhhhh gorgeous poem...
love the last line:)


How true. My favorite line is:

"We move among the things we thought we wanted"

bablu said...

Long time since I came in here. First thing i noticed was the lovely picture of you in the rear view mirror in the Heading. Wonderful !

Lorena said...

thanks for dropping by Sandra :)

hi maddie, i know. the kind of poetry i love.

hi eating poetry!

hi bablu, yes it's been awhile. thanks visiting

Achilles said...

why so quiet here

Pecos Blue said...

That was a real goodie! Do not stop!

anonant said...

We move among the things
We thought we wanted
Now they want us....

Too cool! I wish I had more time for poetry it is soul food of the highest order.