Grace Paley Poems
- Here Here I am in the garden laughing an old woman with ...
- This Life My friend tells me a man in my house jumped off ...
- Autumn What is sometimes called a tongue of flame or ...
- The Poet's Occasional Alternat... I was going to write a ...
- One Day One day lying on my stomach in the afternoon ...
- When I Was Asked How I Could L...
- Walking In The Woods That's when I saw the old maple a ...
Grace Paley was an American-Jewish short story writer, poet, and political activist.
Grace Paley (née Goodside) was born in the Bronx to Isaac and Manya Ridnyik Goodside, who anglicized the family name from Gutseit on immigrating from Ukraine. Her father was a doctor. The family spoke Russian and Yiddish along with English. The youngest of the three Goodside children (sixteen and fourteen years younger than brother and sister Victor and Jeanne, respectively), Paley was a tomboy as a child.
In 1938 and 1939, Paley attended Hunter College, then, briefly New York University, but never received a degree. In the early 1940s, Paley studied with W. H. ... more »
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''The word career is a divisive word. It's a word that divides the normal life from business or professional life.''Grace Paley (b. 1922), U.S. story writer, poet, and peace activist. As quoted in Listen to Their Voices, ch. 1, by Mickey Pearlman (1993).
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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
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