Poem: Canary

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.…

Poem: Götterdämmerung

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…

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