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Grace Paley. 3.83. 345 ratings58 reviews. Just before her death in 2007 at the age of eighty-four, Grace Paley completed this wise and poignant book of poems. Full of memories of friends and family and incisive observations of life in both her beloved hometown, New York City, and rural Vermont, the poems are sober and playful, experimenting ...
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31 mar 2009 · Paperback – March 31, 2009. Just before her death in 2007 at the age of eighty-four, Grace Paley completed Fidelity, a wise and poignant book of poems. Full of memories of friends and family and incisive observations of life in both her beloved hometown, New York City, and rural Vermont, the poems are sober and playful ...
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Just before her death in 2007 at the age of eighty-four, Grace Paley completed this wise and poignant book of poems. Full of memories of friends and family and incisive observations of life in both her beloved hometown, New York City, and rural Vermont, the poems are sober and playful, experimenting with form while remaining eminently readable.
William Wordsworth. Fidelity. A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears, A cry as of a dog or fox; He halts--and searches with his eyes Among the scattered rocks: And now at distance can discern A stirring in a brake of fern; And instantly a dog is seen, Glancing through that covert green.
Fidelity. A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears, A cry as of a dog or fox; He halts—and searches with his eyes. Among the scattered rocks: And now at distance can discern. A stirring in a brake of fern; And instantly a dog is seen, Glancing through that covert green. The Dog is not of mountain breed; Its motions, too, are wild and shy;
Fidelity. by William Wordsworth. A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears, A cry as of a dog or fox; He halts--and searches with his eyes. Among the scattered rocks: And now at distance can discern. A stirring in a brake of fern; And instantly a dog is seen, Glancing through that covert green. The Dog is not of mountain breed;