Doppleganger at 50 Books started her site when she decided to try to read 50 books in one year. When I first found her site, I thought, “Boy, that’s a lot of books.” Now here it is mid-November, and I’ve read 41 books this year. How ’bout that?

I think I’m within reach of 50 for 2006. If I start reading some “Sweet Valley High.”

Anyway. The books. Rather than listing them all here, I made a little Amazon store so you can see their covers and everything. Yee-haw, right?

Here ’tis.

I finished “The Keep” this morning while Poppy was watching “Sesame Street” (and, really, I should’ve been cleaning something). It’s a crazy, breathless story that left a lot of things unanswered, things I was sure were going to be the crux of the whole story. It left me feeling a little disjointed. But I liked it, and I’m adding it to my “recommended” list.

American Life in Poetry: Column 086

By Ted Kooser,
U.S. poet laureate, 2004-2006
Linda Pastan, who lives in Maryland, is a master of the kind of water-clear writing that enables us to see into the depths. This is a poem about migrating birds, but also about how it feels to witness the passing of another year.

The Birds

are heading south, pulled
by a compass in the genes.
They are not fooled
by this odd November summer,
though we stand in our doorways
wearing cotton dresses.
We are watching them

as they swoop and gather–
the shadow of wings
falls over the heart.
When they rustle among
the empty branches, the trees
must think their lost leaves
have come back.

The birds are heading south,
instinct is the oldest story.
They fly over their doubles,
the mute weathervanes,
teaching all of us
with their tailfeathers
the true north.

Reprinted from “The Imperfect Paradise,” by Linda Pastan. Copyright (c) 1988 by Linda Pastan. With permission of the publisher, W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. Ms. Pastan’s most recent book is “Queen of a Rainy Country,” W.W. Norton & Company, Inc., 2006. This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation, The Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.