Monday, December 7, 2015

"Flirtation" by Rita Dove


After all, there’s no need
to say anything

at first. An orange, peeled
and quartered, flares

like a tulip on a wedgwood 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.

Source of the text – Rita Dove, Museum.  Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon Press, 1992, p. 70.

TJB: With short-lined, simple-elegant images alive to sensual detail—viewing sculpted shrubs!—the poem captures the thrill of being flirted with.

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