Thursday, February 27, 2014

Rita Dove: Golden Oldie

I made it home early, only to get 
stalled in the driveway-swaying 

at the wheel like a blind pianist caught in a tune 
meant for more than two hands playing. 
The words were easy, crooned 
by a young girl dying to feel alive, to discover 
a pain majestic enough 
to live by. I turned the air conditioning off, 

leaned back to float on a film of sweat, 
and listened to her sentiment
Baby, where did our love go?-a lament 
I greedily took in 
without a clue who my lover 
might be, or where to start looking


In  this poem the speaker "made it home early,only to get stalled in the driveway-swaying at the wheel." She is only suddenly stopped by the "tune" that is being played in the car. She exaggerated the well played tune using a hyperbole "caught in a tune meant for more than two hands playing." As the poem goes on she listens to the song and notice that to her the words came as easy for the young women in the song. She describes the song as "a young girl dying feel alive, to discover a pain majestic enough to live by," this saying that this a love song. She then turn off the air condition to listen to the song better, but then realizes or feels as if the song. As she continues to listen to this lament she begins to question about where is her lover and "where to start looking."
 The tone of this poem starts off relaxing and pleasant when she arrived home from work early and starts off enjoying the tune. The tone then shifts to a little depressing and sad from the lament and tone finally ended questioning as she question when her significant other will come. The theme for the poem is to wait for true love to come. 

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