Rita Dove


Rita Dove Poems

1. Trans— -new- 6/23/2015
2. Taking In Wash 3/18/2015
3. Lines Composed On The Body Politic 10/11/2013
4. Reverie In Open Air 10/12/2013
5. The Cane Fields 10/11/2013
6. My Father Enters The Work Force 10/21/2013
7. Banneker 10/11/2013
8. Golden Oldie 10/11/2013
9. November For Beginners 10/11/2013
10. Testimonial 10/12/2013
11. Straw Hat 2/22/2014
12. Dusting 10/11/2013
13. Wingfoot Lake 10/21/2013
14. Ludwig Von Beethoven's Return To Vienna 2/22/2014
15. The Great Palaces Of Versailles 10/21/2013
16. Fifth Grade Autobiography 10/11/2013
17. Wiring Home 10/21/2013
18. Vacation 10/21/2013
19. Borderline Mambo 2/22/2014
20. Canary 10/11/2013
21. Exit 10/11/2013
22. The Secret Garden 10/21/2013
23. Chocolate 2/6/2015
24. Shirt Sleeved 2/22/2014
25. Lady Freedom Among Us 10/21/2013
26. Cozy Apologia 10/11/2013
27. Heart To Heart 10/11/2013
28. "Teach Us To Number Our Days&Quot; 10/11/2013
29. Adolescence I 2/22/2014
30. Flirtation 10/11/2013
31. "I Have Been A Stranger In A Strange Land&Quot; 10/11/2013
Best Poem of Rita Dove

"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,...

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Cozy Apologia

I could pick anything and think of you—
This lamp, the wind-still rain, the glossy blue
My pen exudes, drying matte, upon the page.
I could choose any hero, any cause or age
And, sure as shooting arrows to the heart,
Astride a dappled mare, legs braced as far apart
As standing in silver stirrups will allow—
There you'll be, with furrowed brow
And chain mail glinting, to set me free:

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