“still that long
curling highway made me think
of my leaping heart and then of
Wordsworth who with a couple
of other poets first taught
my heart to leap”
—
grace paley, from fidelity
Grace Paley is one of those women writers who i might say, “yeah, she’s my ho girl woman {god this is hard},” about if someone picked her up in the bookstore; whose A+ Cool Attitude sort of speaks to me and bewitches me and whose voice I would just undiscerningly love to hear go on and on about not too much, to move very subtly and austerely towards this warmth and truth and peace of which i can’t get enough [i’m really undecided over whether i should just let go and let my participles dangle like a grammatic plebian. i do a lot and think i might do it more, in favor of sounding natural above sounding, correct. so: fair warning].
anyway i just love her. she’s my — er, I like her.
