Greetings Bloginistas!
Here’s a quick post of a gorgeous poem by one of the modern queens of poetry (and a personal idol), Rita Dove.
“Flirtation”
After all, there’s no need
to say anything
at first. An orange, peeled
and quartered, flares
like a tulip on a wedgewood plate
Anything can happen.
Outside the sun
has rolled up her rugs
and night strewn salt
across the sky. My heart
is humming a tune
I haven’t heard in years!
Quiet’s cool flesh—
let’s sniff and eat it.
There are ways
to make of the moment
a topiary
so the pleasure’s in
walking through.
Rita Dove, “Flirtation” from Museum (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1983). Copyright © 1983 by Rita Dove
I would, as I usually do, share some of my favorite lines, but the entire thing is pretty damn perfect, so, in the words of Miranda Priestly:
Jamy 😀
Love this eloquently expressed poem.
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