Wednesday, September 5, 2018



Grace Paley & Robert Nichols


Here I am in the garden laughing

an old woman with heavy breasts

and a nicely mapped face

how did this happen

well that's who I wanted to be

at last    a woman

in the old style    sitting

stout thighs apart under

a big skirt    grandchild sliding

on    off my lap    a pleasant

summer perspiration

that's my old man across the yard

he's talking to the meter reader

he's telling him the world's sad story

how electricity is oil or uranium

and so forth    I tell my grandson

run over to your grandpa    ask him

to sit beside me for a minute    I

am suddenly exhausted by my desire

to kiss his sweet explaining lips


Grace Paley