Grace Paley

(11 December 1922 – 22 August 2007 / Bronx, New York)

One Day - Poem by Grace Paley

One day lying on my stomach in the afternoon trying to sleep

I suffered penis envy (much to

my surprise

and with no belief in Freud for years

in fact extreme

antipathy) what could I do but turn around

and close my eyes and dream of summer

in those days I

was a boy I whistled

at the gate for Tom.

Then I woke up

then I slept

and dreamed another dream

in my drowned father's empty pocket

there were nine dollars and the salty sea

he said I know you my darling girl

you're the one that's me

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

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