Poems by Rita Dove
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Canary
... ) Fact is, the invention of women under siege ...
Dusting
... Each dust stroke a deep breath and ...
Banneker
... sweet with the rot of spring, he could see ...
There Came a Soul
... s tent over the wounded, swaddled shapes that moaned ...
The Secret Garden
... and the doves scattered upwards, flying to mothers, ...
Lines Composed on the Body Politic: An Accounting
... more than this stockpile of words, their liquid solicitude ...
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