Poems by Grace Paley
Autumn
... at the edge of which the birch trees ...
On Mother’s Day
... I watched them place napkins over their bellies ...
That Country
... Once a poor family sold its daughter to a rich old man ...
House: Some Instructions
... into the leaves and flowers of the hawthorn and the sage green ...
This Life
... he died on account of memy friend was not interested he said you're always ...
Here
... summer perspirationthat's my old man across the yard ...
