4.5 stars. Enjoyed the situatedness of these poems, the way they grow out of Paley's environment. Simple, vital language. Social consciousness that produces something more enduring than time-bound protest pieces (most of the time, anyway). Echoes of song patterns. Love of the body, nature, and humanity. Unsentimental family stories, rich in grief and humor.
She has a sly sense of humor that I love. For example, the poem, "The Sad Children", which she writes after a visit from her adult children who have spent the time criticizing everything. Pretty great.
I felt very close to Grace Paley reading this, and it surprises me I took so long to come to her. It was lovely to feel so known, from the reference to Mahopac and familiarity of the subway to the poems of resistance and notations of home. I wish I could have had a chance to study with her.
I especially loved "My Mother, 33 Years Later," "Fear," "When I was Asked How I Could Leave Vermont in the Middle of October," "In Montpelier, Vermont," "The Word Thrum," and "Walking in the Woods." Most of all to me now, "House: Some Instructions."
This book was not for me. I understand how others could really like it, but it was not my favorite. She is an amazing poet, but I don’t know if I would read her work again.
The late Grace Paley was an incredibly gifted poet. She had the kind of voice that comes along only every once in a while. With a deep social conscience, Paley crafted poems that speak to people about events, places, and ideas that people speak of. She does not grope listlessly into an ethereal space where many poets tend to go--she addresses the tough issues of her time (war, that's a big one) and inquires into them, asking the questions we all ask. She is not just the voice of a generation, she sings the songs of every generation through her poems. Read this book if you like poetry at all. (She's funny, too.)
Wonderful book of poetry! I found myself dog- earing my favorites and by the time I finished the book was in quite a state! Paley blends humor with heart-wrenching honesty in an elegant simplicity that makes her poems both accessible and beautiful.
i truly fell in love with the ease of Paley's language. her mastery of rhythm is both daunting and inspiring. these are the everyday poems of a storyteller, and they speak to my heart.
I need to add shelves: Feminist, Strong women, out spoken,...Because I love those things in my poets. Grace Paley is one such lady. I read her work when I was in my twenties and liked her, but reading her now in my fifties I can totally relate to a lot more of these poems. If you're young and reading her, save her books to read again in your mid life, I promise you will get even more than you expected then. I sure have, I love her poems.
From my favorite New York writer, real poems - not like her short stories which sometimes also sound like poems. My favorites this time: At the Battery ("the prow of great Manhattan"). The Old Dog's Song ("turning this way and that"). The Sad Children's Song (very Paley: "there are bombs all over the place"). And the poignant He Wanders ("he may have to go tomorrow / this is a mystery"). What would this daughter of a past Ukrainian horror think today?
I never quite know how to review a book when I can acknowledge that the writing was good, but I just didn't enjoy reading it. Such was the case with this poetry collection. The subject matter for most of the poems just didn't move me. With a poem I enjoy, I find myself going back to read a certain line over and over, letting the words marinate in my thoughts. That happened only once in this entire collection. So... well written poetry that just doesn't interest me.
In this dream the typewriter is a piano and I play with unplanned accuracy and such fluency you would think I was a Southerner whose tradition recommended continuous telling
or an Englishwoman home at last writing writing in English you would think that I was one of the persons in charge of this language owning it from infancy if this piano on which I have learned to play preludes nicely if this piano were a typewriter
I guess the one I remember is red world green world. You can have a perfect life if you don't start too early. Is it right that your hands should wither or something.
She was a strong woman. I only discovered the work of the late Grace Paley yesterday. Her wit is dry and at times I found myself both laughing and tearful.
A great collection from a great poet who writes about the quieter details of rural Vermont life as well as the larger political world. Highly recommended.