Sunday, April 27, 2008
Grace Paley, from Fidelity
Tom bought me Paley's posthumous collection of poems, Fidelity, at Split This Rock and I spent some time this morning reading them. As with all of Paley's work, they are funny, tender, clear-eyed. With her as my model, I fear growing old much less.
Here's a poem I love, untitled:
freedom has overtaken me I
had run ahead of it for years
along an interesting but
narrow road obeyed at least
half the rules imposed by
lovers children a house a
political position now out
of breath probably I'm stuck
freedom has hold of my jacket
won't let go I am alone
