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Of Holy Indolence, the End of All Life

April 10th, 2026 | 1 min read

By Paul J. Pastor

There is the plum tree snowing on the grass.
There is the road that leads up to the pass.
Now I will brightly think, and take my rest.
I will turn pink and sink into the West.

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Paul J. Pastor

Paul J. Pastor is an Executive Editor for Nelson Books, and an essayist, critic, and poet. His latest book is The Locust Years: Poems. He lives in Oregon.