Grace Paley Poems

Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face
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My friend tells me
a man in my house jumped off the roof
the roof is the eighth floor of this building
the roof door was locked how did he manage?
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I was going to write a poem
I made a pie instead it took
about the same amount of time
of course the pie was a final
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What is sometimes called a
tongue of flame
or an arm extended burning
is only the long
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I did not want to be dependent on autumn
I wanted to miss it for once dropp into
another latitude where it wasn't so
well knownI wanted to show that beauty
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That's when I saw the old maple
a couple of its thick arms cracked
one arm reclining half rotted
into earth black with the delicious
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One day I decided to not grow any older
lots of luck I said to myself
(my joking self) then I looked up at the sky
which is wide its bluenessits whiteness
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she said
you were a wonderful boy this evening
at a dinner among friends so attentive so
grown up the boy's heart oh his ribs
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My love rests on the couch
in the sweater and bones of old age

I have stopped reading to look at him I take
his hand I am shawled in my own somewhat
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What has happened?
language eludes me
the nice specifying
words of my life fail
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