Rita Dove

Rita Dove
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Rita Frances Dove (born August 28, 1952) is an American poet and author. From 1993–1995 she served as Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress. She was the first African American to be appointed since the position was created by an act of Congress in 1986 out of the previous "consultant in poetry" position (1937–86). Dove also received an appointment as "special consultant in poetry" for the Library of Congress's bicentennial year from 1999–2000. Dove is the second African American to receive the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, in 1987, and she served as the Poet Laureate of Virginia from 2004–2006.

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  • ''Everybody who's anybody longs to be a tree—''
    Rita Dove (b. 1952), U.S. poet and fiction writer. "Horse and Tree," line 1 (1989).
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  • ''Everyone waiting here was once in love.''
    Rita Dove (b. 1952), U.S. poet and fiction writer. "Old Folk's Home, Jerusalem," last line (1989).
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  • ''They were masculine toys. They were tall wishes. They were the ribs of the modern world.''
    Rita Dove (b. 1952), U.S. poet and fiction writer. "Silos," last paragraph of the prose poem (1989).
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  • urmom69(3/5/2019 9:21:00 AM)

    i LOVE my girl rita dove! ! ! ! ! ! ! < 3

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  • Anonymous(11/9/2018 11:41:00 AM)

    Vacation is just my family, everytime. My older brother, my baby sister, my tired mom, and my overworked dad. Good thing Hawaii isn't that far away.

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  • Jasmine(11/8/2018 5:06:00 PM)

    I wish life was as easy as Rita Dove expressed it in Heart to Heart.

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  • Jasmine(11/8/2018 5:03:00 PM)

    Awwwww. Heart To Heart is touching and heart warming.

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  • Bobby(1/21/2018 7:29:00 AM)

    Is Rita Dove a post modern poet?

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  • Rita Konet(5/4/2009 6:16:00 AM)

    Email: konet2008@yahoo.fr

    Dear sir,
    Permit me to inform you of my desire of going into long time relatioship and financial transaction for our mutual benefits.
    I am Miss. Rita Konet and I inheritated an important sum from my late father who died in recent crisis in Cote d'Ivoire. I wish to request for your assistance in investing this sum in lucrative venture or manufacturing and real estate management in your country.
    I have FOUR million, five hundred thousand United State Dollars. USD($4.500,000) to invest in this transaction and I will require your assistance in receiving the fund in your account in your country. I will gladly give you some reasonable percent from the total sum for your assistance. Please it is important you contact me immediately on this email address of: rita_konet@yahoo.com for
    more clearification on the next step for smooth conclusion.
    Awaiting your immediate response and God bless you.
    Thanks for your understanding
    Yours Sincerely,
    MISS. Rita Konet.
    PLEASE REPLY TO: konet2008@yahoo.fr

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Best Poem of Rita Dove


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,
the saddest object in the world.
Well, the world's open. And now through
the windshield the sky begins to blush
as you did when your mother told you
what it took to be a woman in ...

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