The pantoum is one of my favorite poetry forms. While it can seem like a particularly constricting for, the meanings that come out of it are really just astounding sometimes. This is a lovely pantoum by US poet Linda Pastan.
Something About the Trees
by Linda Pastan
| I remember what my father told me: There is an age when you are most yourself. He was just past fifty then, Was it something about the trees that make him speak? There is an age when you are most yourself. I know more than I did once. I used to think he’d always be the surgeon, My mother was the perfect surgeon’s wife, I can still see her face at thirty. When will I be most myself? |
