Rita Dove


Shirt Sleeved - Poem by Rita Dove

Shirtsleeved afternoons
turn toward leather as the trees
blush, scatter a last
few bright, weary wisps across
the great bruised heart of the South.
The spirit cup drifts
down the pond's moon-sparked highway.
Far laughter, shadows.
Love or poison? Your turn. Drink
to the star-drenched latitudes


Comments about Shirt Sleeved by Rita Dove

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/15/2014 7:08:00 AM)

    The ponds moon sparked highway. What a glorious line this is! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 47,086 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/22/2014 6:32:00 AM)

    it is all love, thanks.
    Please read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 22, 2014



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