Biography of Rita Dove
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.
Dove was born in Akron, Ohio to Ray Dove, the first African American chemist to work in the U.S. tire industry (as research chemist at Goodyear), and Elvira Hord, who achieved honors in high school and would share her passion for reading with her daughter. In 1970 Dove graduated from Buchtel High School as a Presidential Scholar, making her one of the 100 top American high school graduates that year. Later, Dove graduated summa cum laude with a B.A. from Miami University in 1973 and received her MFA from the Iowa Writers' Workshop at the University of Iowa in 1977. In 1974 she held a Fulbright Scholarship from Eberhard Karls Universität Tübingen, Germany.
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Rita Dove Poems
Just when hope withers, the visa is granted. The door opens to a street like in the movies,
Lady Freedom Among Us
Don't lower your eyes or stare straight ahead to where
After all, there's no need to say anything
On her 36th birthday, Thomas had shown her her first swimming pool. It had been
The Secret Garden
I was ill, lying on my bed of old papers, when you came with white rabbits in your arms;
Heart To Heart
It's neither red nor sweet.
"I Have Been A Stranger In A Strang...
It wasn't bliss. What was bliss but the ordinary life? She'd spend hours
Shirtsleeved afternoons turn toward leather as the trees
In water-heavy nights behind grandmother's porch We knelt in the tickling grasses and whispered:
Fifth Grade Autobiography
I was four in this photograph fishing with my grandparents at a lake in Michigan.
As if the lid stayed put on the marmalade. As if you could get the last sip of champagne
Billie Holiday's burned voice had as many shadows as lights,
My Father Enters The Work Force
The path to ABC Business School was paid for by a lucky sign:
Velvet fruit, exquisite square I hold up to sniff between finger and thumb -
What did he do except lie
under a pear tree, wrapped in
a great cloak, and meditate
on the heavenly bodies?
Venerable, the good people of Baltimore
whispered, shocked and more than
a little afraid. After all it was said
he took to strong drink.
Why else would he stay out