Suddenly there’s Poughkeepsie
what a hard time
the Hudson River has had
trying to get to the sea
it seemed easy enough to
rise out of Tear of
the Cloud and tumble
and jumps draining
a swamp here and and other smaller
longings for the wide
except for its spelling
ocean sixty miles away is
that town every day
and twice a day in fact
drowning the Hudson River
it is the moon’s tidal
down dignified
become our Lordly Hudson
hardly flowing
now in a poem by the poet
Paul Goodman be quiet heart
home home
then the sea.
– Grace Paley
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