Rita Dove


Rita Dove Poems

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

Just when hope withers, the visa is granted.
The door opens to a street like in the movies,
clean of people, of cats; except it is your street
you are leaving. A visa has been granted,
'provisionally'-a fretful word.
The windows you have closed behind
you are turning pink, doing what they do
every dawn. Here it's gray. The door
to the taxicab waits. This suitcase,

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