Rita Dove

Adolescence I - Poem by Rita Dove

In water-heavy nights behind grandmother's porch
We knelt in the tickling grasses and whispered:
Linda's face hung before us, pale as a pecan,
And it grew wise as she said:
'A boy's lips are soft,
As soft as baby's skin.'
The air closed over her words.
A firefly whirred near my ear, and in the distance
I could hear streetlamps ping
Into miniature suns
Against a feathery sky.

Comments about Adolescence I by Rita Dove

  • (5/15/2014 6:42:00 AM)

    Wonderfully vivid images. Could almost feel that buzzing firefly near my ear. Nicely done! (Report) Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (2/22/2014 6:31:00 AM)

    short and sweet drop.liked it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 22, 2014

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