Tag: Rita Dove

Canary –Rita Dove From Grace Notes Bil­lie Hol­i­day’s burned voice had as many shad­ows as lights, a mourn­ful can­de­labra against a sleep piano, the gar­de­nia her sig­na­ture under that ruined face. (Now you’re cook­ing, drum­mer to bass, mag­ic spoon, mag­ic nee­dle. Take all day…

Götter­däm­merung –Rita Dove From On the Bus with Rosa Parks A straw reed climbs the car anten­na. Beyond the tint­ed glass, gold­en waves of grain. Gol­ly! I can’t help exclaim­ing, and he smirks— my born-again nat­u­ral­ist son with his souped-up lap­top, dear prodi­gy who insists…