Showing posts with label Rita Dove. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rita Dove. Show all posts

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Rita Dove: "Flirtation"


After all, there’s no need
to say anything

at first. An orange, peeled
and quartered, flares

like a tulip on a wedgwood plate.
Anything can happen.

Outside the sun
has rolled up her rugs

and night strewn salt
across the sky. My heart

is humming a tune
I haven’t heard in years!

Quiet’s cool flesh—
let’s sniff and eat it.

There are ways
to make of the moment

a topiary
so the pleasure’s in

walking through.



"Flirtation" by Rita Dove, from Museum. © Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1983.

Image credit: "Moonlight Topiary," by Peter Bond (originally color).


 

Friday, May 3, 2013

Rita Dove: "Dawn Revisited"


Imagine you wake up
with a second chance: The blue jay
hawks his pretty wares
and the oak still stands, spreading
glorious shade. If you don't look back,

the future never happens.
How good to rise in sunlight,
in the prodigal smell of biscuits—
eggs and sausage on the grill.
The whole sky is yours

to write on, blown open
to a blank page. Come on,
shake a leg! You'll never know
who's down there, frying those eggs,
if you don't get up and see.



"Dawn Revisited" by Rita Dove, from On the Bus with Rosa Parks: Poems. © W. W. Norton & Company, 2000.

Image credit: "Eggs in Skillet," oil painting by Tom Brown (originally color).

 

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Rita Dove: "Testimonial"


Back when the earth was new
and heaven just a whisper,
back when the names of things
hadn't had time to stick;

back when the smallest breezes
melted summer into autumn,
when all the poplars quivered
sweetly in rank and file . . .

the world called, and I answered.
Each glance ignited to a gaze.
I caught my breath and called that life,
swooned between spoonfuls of lemon sorbet.

I was pirouette and flourish,
I was filigree and flame.
How could I count my blessings
when I didn't know their names?

Back when everything was still to come,
luck leaked out everywhere.
I gave my promise to the world,
and the world followed me here.



"Testimonial" by Rita Dove, from On the Bus with Rosa Parks: Poems. © W. W. Norton & Company, 2000.  

Photography credit: Unknown (originally color).