Grace Paley

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

Walking In The Woods - Poem by Grace Paley

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
hospitality of rot to the
littlest creatures

the tree not really dying living
less widely green head high
above the other leaf-crowded
trees a terrible stretch to sun
just to stay alive but if you've
liked life you do it


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012



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