Tuesday, April 23, 2013

On Certain Days...

Certain Days

On certain days I am not in love
and my heart turns over

                       crowding the lungs for

                       driving blood in and out of
                       the skull improving my mind

                       working muscles to the bone

                       dashing resonance out of a roaring sea
                       at my nerve endings

Not much is needed


                       good sense


                       a noisy taking in and a
                       loud giving back

Then my heart like any properly turned
motor takes off in sparks dragging all that machinery
through the blazing day
                       like grass
                                           which our lord knows
                                             I am
"Certain Days" by Grace Paley, from Begin Again: Collected Poems. © Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2000. Reprinted with permission. (buy now

From "The Writer's Almanac"

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