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somethingdarker) wrote2010-04-01 08:08 pm
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Potential Titles: Rita Dove
I clutch at the ragged holes they leave behind - Rita Dove "Adolescence II"
A soldier is smoke waiting for wind - Rita Dove "Alfonzo Prepares to Go Over the Top"
A long corridor clanging to the back of a house - Rita Dove "Alfonzo Prepares to Go Over the Top"
Where a child sings in its ruined nursery - Rita Dove "Alfonzo Prepares to Go Over the Top"
Something romantic but requiring restraint - Rita Dove "American Smooth"
Before the earth remembered who we were - Rita Dove "American Smooth"
Tossed off in a shudder of brushed steel - Rita Dove "The Bistro Styx"
Faintly futuristic landscapes strewn with carwrecks - Rita Dove "The Bistro Styx"
Insubstantial, a lipstick ghost on tissue - Rita Dove "The Bistro Styx"
Wobbling skyward in an ecstatic oracular spiral - Rita Dove "The Bistro Styx"
Once the symptoms start to make sense - Rita Dove "Borderline Mambo"
Before they can decode the message sent to the cells - Rita Dove "Borderline Mambo"
As if we didn't like secrets - Rita Dove "Borderline Mambo"
Standing on the bitter ridge of France - Rita Dove "La Chapelle. 92nd Division. Ted."
Stunned lavenders and pinks dusted with soot - Rita Dove "La Chapelle. 92nd Division. Ted."
Across the great bruised heart of the South - Rita Dove "Crossing State Lines [Shirtsleeved afternoons]" [excerpt]
Scatter a few bright, weary wisps - Rita Dove "Crossing State Lines [Shirtsleeved afternoons]" [excerpt]
Drifts down the pond's moon-sparked highway - Rita Dove "Crossing State Lines [Shirtsleeved afternoons]" [excerpt]
Drink to the star-drenched latitudes - Rita Dove "Crossing State Lines [Shirtsleeved afternoons]" [excerpt]
Wake up with a second chance - Rita Dove "Dawn Revisited"
Blown open to a blank page - Rita Dove "Dawn Revisited"
To match the field they thought they were playing on - Rita Dove "Family Reunion"
Resurrecting the food we've abandoned along the way - Rita Dove "Family Reunion"
The beautiful geometry of Mendel's peas and their grim logic - Rita Dove "Family Reunion"
Fit to sally forth and trample each plopped heart - Rita Dove "Girls On the Town, 1946"
Ripped from the dreams none of you believe - Rita Dove "Girls On the Town, 1946"
Stone gargoyles leering and brocade drapes licked with fire - Rita Dove "Hades' Pitch"
Your eyes seeking your name - Rita Dove "Happenstance"
Gardenias scaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent - Rita Dove "Hattie McDaniel Arrives at the Coconut Grove"
Poised, between husbands and factions - Rita Dove "Hattie McDaniel Arrives at the Coconut Grove"
Walk into that flower-smothered standing ovation - Rita Dove "Hattie McDaniel Arrives at the Coconut Grove"
Inside its cage sounding a dull tattoo - Rita Dove "Heart to Heart"
But you'll have to take me, too - Rita Dove "Heart to Heart"
Saddles tooled with singular stars - Rita Dove "Horse and Tree"
Why children might fear a carousel - Rita Dove "Horse and Tree"
Morning bells stuck on snooze - Rita Dove "Incantation of the First Order"
Discarded my smile but not my teeth - Rita Dove "Incantation of the First Order"
Sunshine waxing the freckled curves of a pear - Rita Dove "Insomnia Etiquette"
Moving through the dark while the world sleeps on - Rita Dove "Insomnia Etiquette"
The weird glee of finding my way without incident - Rita Dove "Insomnia Etiquette"
All those years I could get lost in anything - Rita Dove "Insomnia Etiquette"
Behind enemy lines with no maps, no matches - Rita Dove "Insomnia Etiquette"
This is how one foot sinks into the ground - Rita Dove "Persephone, Falling"
Trembling along its axis - Rita Dove "Prose in a Small Space"
Shape themselves around that one bright seizure - Rita Dove "Prose in a Small Space"
Left out, banging at the gates - Rita Dove "Prose in a Small Space"
Broke the water into a thousand needles - Rita Dove "Someone's Blood"
Playing my tunes all by myself - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Considers the Question of Negritude"
Slipped and started up again - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
Climbed to be climbing, sang to be singing - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
No one bothered to analyze our blues - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
All wisdom is afterthought, a sort of helpless relief - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
Don't go thinking none of this grief belongs to you - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
Even if you don't know how it feels to fall - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
Now that the wheel has broken - Rita Dove "Testimony: 1968"
Grief is the constant - Rita Dove "Testimony: 1968"
Hope: the last word spoken - Rita Dove "Testimony: 1968"
All manner of allegations, bold claims and public lies - Rita Dove "Trans-"
When he fades, the world teeters - Rita Dove "Trans-"
When she burgeons, crime blossoms - Rita Dove "Trans-"
How the operatic impulse wavers - Rita Dove "Trans-"
Dip deep, my darling, into the blank pool - Rita Dove "Trans-"
This is the house that music built - Rita Dove "Transit"
Each note a fingertip's purchase - Rita Dove "Transit"
Laddering across the unspeakable world - Rita Dove "Transit"
Composed to soothe regiments of eyes - Rita Dove "Transit"
We supped instead each night on Chopin - Rita Dove "Transit"
Hummed our grief-soaked lullabies to the rapture - Rita Dove "Transit"
While in the midst of horror we fed on beauty - Rita Dove "Transit"
Vigilant, weary, exposed to the elements - Rita Dove "Trayvon, Redux"
When all's not right but no one sees it - Rita Dove "Trayvon, Redux"
Here's a fine basket of riddles - Rita Dove "Trayvon, Redux"
Which is news fit to write home about? - Rita Dove "Trayvon, Redux"
Soon we shall be summoned to the gate - Rita Dove "Vacation"
Ragtag nuclear families with their cooing and bickering - Rita Dove "Vacation"
The lone executive who has wandered this far into summer - Rita Dove "Vacation"
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A soldier is smoke waiting for wind - Rita Dove "Alfonzo Prepares to Go Over the Top"
A long corridor clanging to the back of a house - Rita Dove "Alfonzo Prepares to Go Over the Top"
Where a child sings in its ruined nursery - Rita Dove "Alfonzo Prepares to Go Over the Top"
Something romantic but requiring restraint - Rita Dove "American Smooth"
Before the earth remembered who we were - Rita Dove "American Smooth"
Tossed off in a shudder of brushed steel - Rita Dove "The Bistro Styx"
Faintly futuristic landscapes strewn with carwrecks - Rita Dove "The Bistro Styx"
Insubstantial, a lipstick ghost on tissue - Rita Dove "The Bistro Styx"
Wobbling skyward in an ecstatic oracular spiral - Rita Dove "The Bistro Styx"
Once the symptoms start to make sense - Rita Dove "Borderline Mambo"
Before they can decode the message sent to the cells - Rita Dove "Borderline Mambo"
As if we didn't like secrets - Rita Dove "Borderline Mambo"
Standing on the bitter ridge of France - Rita Dove "La Chapelle. 92nd Division. Ted."
Stunned lavenders and pinks dusted with soot - Rita Dove "La Chapelle. 92nd Division. Ted."
Across the great bruised heart of the South - Rita Dove "Crossing State Lines [Shirtsleeved afternoons]" [excerpt]
Scatter a few bright, weary wisps - Rita Dove "Crossing State Lines [Shirtsleeved afternoons]" [excerpt]
Drifts down the pond's moon-sparked highway - Rita Dove "Crossing State Lines [Shirtsleeved afternoons]" [excerpt]
Drink to the star-drenched latitudes - Rita Dove "Crossing State Lines [Shirtsleeved afternoons]" [excerpt]
Wake up with a second chance - Rita Dove "Dawn Revisited"
Blown open to a blank page - Rita Dove "Dawn Revisited"
To match the field they thought they were playing on - Rita Dove "Family Reunion"
Resurrecting the food we've abandoned along the way - Rita Dove "Family Reunion"
The beautiful geometry of Mendel's peas and their grim logic - Rita Dove "Family Reunion"
Fit to sally forth and trample each plopped heart - Rita Dove "Girls On the Town, 1946"
Ripped from the dreams none of you believe - Rita Dove "Girls On the Town, 1946"
Stone gargoyles leering and brocade drapes licked with fire - Rita Dove "Hades' Pitch"
Your eyes seeking your name - Rita Dove "Happenstance"
Gardenias scaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent - Rita Dove "Hattie McDaniel Arrives at the Coconut Grove"
Poised, between husbands and factions - Rita Dove "Hattie McDaniel Arrives at the Coconut Grove"
Walk into that flower-smothered standing ovation - Rita Dove "Hattie McDaniel Arrives at the Coconut Grove"
Inside its cage sounding a dull tattoo - Rita Dove "Heart to Heart"
But you'll have to take me, too - Rita Dove "Heart to Heart"
Saddles tooled with singular stars - Rita Dove "Horse and Tree"
Why children might fear a carousel - Rita Dove "Horse and Tree"
Morning bells stuck on snooze - Rita Dove "Incantation of the First Order"
Discarded my smile but not my teeth - Rita Dove "Incantation of the First Order"
Sunshine waxing the freckled curves of a pear - Rita Dove "Insomnia Etiquette"
Moving through the dark while the world sleeps on - Rita Dove "Insomnia Etiquette"
The weird glee of finding my way without incident - Rita Dove "Insomnia Etiquette"
All those years I could get lost in anything - Rita Dove "Insomnia Etiquette"
Behind enemy lines with no maps, no matches - Rita Dove "Insomnia Etiquette"
This is how one foot sinks into the ground - Rita Dove "Persephone, Falling"
Trembling along its axis - Rita Dove "Prose in a Small Space"
Shape themselves around that one bright seizure - Rita Dove "Prose in a Small Space"
Left out, banging at the gates - Rita Dove "Prose in a Small Space"
Broke the water into a thousand needles - Rita Dove "Someone's Blood"
Playing my tunes all by myself - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Considers the Question of Negritude"
Slipped and started up again - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
Climbed to be climbing, sang to be singing - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
No one bothered to analyze our blues - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
All wisdom is afterthought, a sort of helpless relief - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
Don't go thinking none of this grief belongs to you - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
Even if you don't know how it feels to fall - Rita Dove "The Spring Cricket Repudiates His Parable of Negritude"
Now that the wheel has broken - Rita Dove "Testimony: 1968"
Grief is the constant - Rita Dove "Testimony: 1968"
Hope: the last word spoken - Rita Dove "Testimony: 1968"
All manner of allegations, bold claims and public lies - Rita Dove "Trans-"
When he fades, the world teeters - Rita Dove "Trans-"
When she burgeons, crime blossoms - Rita Dove "Trans-"
How the operatic impulse wavers - Rita Dove "Trans-"
Dip deep, my darling, into the blank pool - Rita Dove "Trans-"
This is the house that music built - Rita Dove "Transit"
Each note a fingertip's purchase - Rita Dove "Transit"
Laddering across the unspeakable world - Rita Dove "Transit"
Composed to soothe regiments of eyes - Rita Dove "Transit"
We supped instead each night on Chopin - Rita Dove "Transit"
Hummed our grief-soaked lullabies to the rapture - Rita Dove "Transit"
While in the midst of horror we fed on beauty - Rita Dove "Transit"
Vigilant, weary, exposed to the elements - Rita Dove "Trayvon, Redux"
When all's not right but no one sees it - Rita Dove "Trayvon, Redux"
Here's a fine basket of riddles - Rita Dove "Trayvon, Redux"
Which is news fit to write home about? - Rita Dove "Trayvon, Redux"
Soon we shall be summoned to the gate - Rita Dove "Vacation"
Ragtag nuclear families with their cooing and bickering - Rita Dove "Vacation"
The lone executive who has wandered this far into summer - Rita Dove "Vacation"
Poet's page at poets.org.
Navigation Links:
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Go to author indices.
Go to word indices.
Go to category indices.