From Publishers Weekly
More ruminations than poems, this volume encompasses many of the issues that Paley ( Enormous Changes at the Last Minute ) has been writing about for years in both her fiction and poetry: familial and cultural heritage, aging and the passing of time, various liberal causes to which she is attached, and the responsiblities of the poet to society. Because Paley seems more interested in ideas and ideals than in language and feeling, rarely does the imagery prompt an emotional response. Only when Paley resorts to nature as a metaphor for the cycle of existence is her poetry truly affecting. In "Fear" she writes: "I am afraid of nature / because of nature I am mortal / . . . I lived in the city for forty years / in this way I escaped fear." Paley has a keen sense for discerning human qualities in nature's creatures. An untitled poem comments on the blind enthusiasm of youth: "A bee! / drowning in / a wild rose / flat on its / round back / kicking / too young to / use love for / health and / enrichment." Ultimately, these poems convey a wise sensibility that, although not always moving, is often probing and provocative.
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From Library Journal
Like her celebrated short fiction, Paley's poems are street-smart yet vulnerable, full of earthy observations and a refreshing bemusement. And, like her stories, these poems display a wonderful ear for the rhythm of the speech of her native New York, where "talk is cheap but comes in variety." Paley is the artist who "tells the story of the stories" told by children and grandmothers, which resonate "in the mind's ear" as "talk talk talk/the tickling tongue/ of strangers." These poems are rich with the fullness of everyday life: the doings of Paley's Greenwich Village neighborhood, summers in Vermont, full-time political activism, memories of family and friends. Paley's wonderful economy with words recalls William Carlos Williams and the objectivist poets: "it must be summertime/ buttercup gone/ hawkweed gone/ black eyed susan/ before you/ know it queen anne's lace/ goldenrod and that/ will be that." Highly recommended for poetry and American literature collections.
- Christine Stenstrom, New York Law Sch. Lib.Copyright 1992 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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