Rita Dove


Canary - Poem by Rita Dove

Billie Holiday's burned voice
had as many shadows as lights,
a mournful candelabra against a sleek piano,
the gardenia her signature under that ruined face.

(Now you're cooking, drummer to bass,
magic spoon, magic needle.
Take all day if you have to
with your mirror and your bracelet of song.)
Fact is, the invention of women under siege
has been to sharpen love in the service of myth.
If you can't be free, be a mystery.


Comments about Canary by Rita Dove

  • Gary Liles Gary Liles (6/27/2016 5:25:00 PM)

    Beautifully written Rica. ☺😊😀 (Report) Reply

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  • Jasbir Chatterjee Jasbir Chatterjee (6/27/2016 6:11:00 AM)

    Lovely poem! Congrats on being poet of the day! (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (6/27/2016 3:07:00 AM)

    To sharpen love! And to bring peace to the world. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Colleen Courtney (5/15/2014 6:47:00 AM)

    If you can't be free, be a mystery. What a brilliant line! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013


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