Rita Dove


The Secret Garden - Poem by Rita Dove

I was ill, lying on my bed of old papers,
when you came with white rabbits in your arms;
and the doves scattered upwards, flying to mothers,
and the snails sighed under their baggage of stone . . .

Now your tongue grows like celery between us:
Because of our love-cries, cabbage darkens in its nest;
the cauliflower thinks of her pale, plump children
and turns greenish-white in a light like the ocean's.

I was sick, fainting in the smell of teabags,
when you came with tomatoes, a good poetry.
I am being wooed. I am being conquered
by a cliff of limestone that leaves chalk on my breasts.


Comments about The Secret Garden by Rita Dove

  • (3/11/2018 4:47:00 PM)

    Go to https: //womenofcolorpoetry.wordpress.com/2013/05/16/rita-dove/

    to appreciate the poem before lavishing your praises.
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  • (1/29/2018 10:37:00 PM)

    She was ill and wooed by a cliff of limestone..........outstanding piece indeed.........thanks for sharing........10 (Report)Reply

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  • Dr Dillip K Swain (1/29/2018 6:22:00 PM)

    ........Because of our love-cries, cabbage darkens in its nest...scintillating poetic expression! (Report)Reply

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  • Susan Williams (1/29/2018 2:35:00 PM)

    Well... I definitely believe she was sick- must have been an exceedingly high fever that or her secret garden grows a very strong psychedelic (Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/29/2018 1:36:00 PM)

    Chalk on my breasts! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply

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  • Valerie Dohren (1/29/2018 11:14:00 AM)

    What a load of old rubbish! ! ! L (Report)Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (1/29/2018 11:13:00 AM)

    'I was sick, fainting in the smell of teabags,
    when you came with tomatoes, a good poetry.
    I am being wooed. I am being conquered
    by a cliff of limestone that leaves chalk on my breasts.'..is beautiful. Enjoyed.Thanks for sharing.
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  • Is It Poetry James Mclain (1/29/2018 5:40:00 AM)

    Snow or chalk Rita, you nailed it.. James McLain (Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (1/29/2018 12:41:00 AM)

    Rita, such a great poem of the day... Congrats...a huge 10+++ (Report)Reply

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  • (5/15/2014 7:17:00 AM)

    Nicely written piece. Different. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013


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