Giving Voice

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Back when the earth was new
And heaven just a whisper,
back when the names of things
hadn’t had time to stick;

back when the smallest breezes
melted summer into autumni
when all the poplars quivered
sweetly in rank and file…

the world called, and I answered.
Each glance ignited to a gaze.
I caught my breath and called that life,
Swooned between spoonfuls of lemon sorbet.

I was pirouette and flourish,
I was filigree and flame.
How could I count my blessings
When I didn’t know their names?

Back when everything was still to come,
Luck leaked out of everywhere.
I gave my promise to the world,
And the world followed me here.

- Rita Dove

 


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In partnership with the Wick Poetry CenterKent State Magazine features a poem in each issue. To submit a poem, visit travelingstanzas.com, click “Submit,” and label it “Magazine Entry.”

 

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POSTED: Monday, October 28, 2019 - 2:29pm
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