Rita Dove Poems
|1.||Taking In Wash||3/18/2015|
|2.||Reverie In Open Air||10/12/2013|
|3.||The Cane Fields||10/11/2013|
|6.||November For Beginners||10/11/2013|
|11.||Lines Composed On The Body Politic||10/11/2013|
|12.||The Great Palaces Of Versailles||10/21/2013|
|14.||Fifth Grade Autobiography||10/11/2013|
|17.||My Father Enters The Work Force||10/21/2013|
|18.||The Secret Garden||10/21/2013|
|22.||Lady Freedom Among Us||10/21/2013|
|25.||Ludwig Von Beethoven's Return To Vienna||2/22/2014|
|27.||Heart To Heart||10/11/2013|
|28.||"Teach Us To Number Our Days&Quot;||10/11/2013|
|30.||"I Have Been A Stranger In A Strange Land&Quot;||10/11/2013|
"I Have Been A Stranger In A Strange Land&Quot;
It wasn't bliss. What was bliss
but the ordinary life? She'd spend hours
in patter, moving through whole days
touching, sniffing, tasting . . . exquisite
housekeeping in a charmed world.
And yet there was always
more of the same, all that happiness,
the aimless Being There.
So she wandered for a while, bush to arbor,
lingered to look through a pond's restive mirror.
He was off cataloging the universe, probably,
pretending he could organize
what was clearly someone else's chaos.
That's when she found the tree,...
What did he do except lie
under a pear tree, wrapped in
a great cloak, and meditate
on the heavenly bodies?
Venerable, the good people of Baltimore
whispered, shocked and more than
a little afraid. After all it was said
he took to strong drink.
Why else would he stay out