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

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