Poems About Rita Dove by Top Critiquers

( After Rita Dove )

Some played harmoniously  
in the face of tragedy;  
others, absurdly out of sync    
regardless of advantages    
   
Despite how we observe    
or innately judge. . .    
both inevitably belonged—    
captive and guard    
   
Inside each cavernous soul    
exists a desire to complement    
the mastery of music—    
   
to be fondly remembered    
a dedicated creator, or just part    
of something greater—    
   
as space between notes     ...

The sun gets up later in winter
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates
through the blinds and curtains,
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.

The house is quiet
it’s cold outside but the sounds
of birds and cars
are beginning to shape the day,
And I begin to get hungry.
 
While all my loves are still sleeping
I get the coffee started
I make the eggs and bacon  
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”