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October 26, 2005

Wednesday Is Poetry Day

By Rita Dove, here's a timely poem:


How she sat there,
the time right inside a place
so wrong it was ready.

That trim name with
its dream of a bench
to rest on. Her sensible coat.

Doing nothing was the doing:
the clean flame of her gaze
carved by a camera flash.

How she stood up
when they bent down to retrieve
her purse. That courtesy.

Posted by annika, Oct. 26, 2005 | TrackBack (0)
Rubric: Poetry


Perfect, Annie... I need to get some Rita Dove up soon; it's nice to see you doing something modern, girl. Have you noticed that your poetry Wednesdays are mostly dead poets, while mine are mostly living?

Posted by: Hugo on Oct. 26, 2005

That's how we cover the bases, dear!

For anyone who's interested in more Rita Dove, this poem is from a book called On the Bus With Rosa Parks.

Posted by: annika on Oct. 26, 2005