Linda Pastan - Works

Works

  • 1971 A Perfect Circle of Sun. Chicago: Swallow Press Inc.
  • 1975 Aspects of Eve. New York: Liveright.
  • 1978 Marks.
  • 1978 The Five Stages of Grief. New York: W. W. Norton & Co.
  • 1980 Setting the Table Dryad Press.
  • 1981 Waiting For My Life. New York: W. W. Norton & Co
  • 1982 PM / AM. New York: W. W. Norton & Co.
  • 1985 A Fraction of Darkness. New York: W. W. Norton & Co.
  • 1988 The Imperfect Paradise. New York: W. W. Norton & Co.
  • 1991 Heroes in Disguise. New York: W. W. Norton & Co.
  • 1995 An Early Afterlife. New York: W. W. Norton & Co.
  • 1998 Carnival Evening. New and Selected Poems: 1968 – 1998. New York: W. W. Norton & Co.
  • 2001 The Last Uncle. New York: W. W. Norton & Co.
  • 2006 Queen of a Rainy Country. Poems. W. W. Norton & Co.
  • 2011 Traveling Light. New York W. W. Norton & Co.

2011 A daughter leaving home.New York W. W. Norton & Co.

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