{"id":162,"date":"2009-04-01T00:01:46","date_gmt":"2009-04-01T05:01:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2009\/04\/01\/rita-dove-vanities\/"},"modified":"2009-03-31T23:42:31","modified_gmt":"2009-04-01T04:42:31","slug":"rita-dove-vanities","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2009\/04\/01\/rita-dove-vanities\/","title":{"rendered":"Rita Dove, &#8220;Vanities&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image161\" src=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/rita-dove-poetry.jpg\" alt=\"rita-dove-poetry.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>As if music were a country,<br \/>\nhe&#8217;d filled the biggest assembly rooms<br \/>\non the busiest square of the capital city;<br \/>\nhe&#8217;d played the best parties,<br \/>\nsaw Beau Brummel blast protocol<br \/>\nwith a single non-nod of his chin.<br \/>\nThat had been during <i>his<\/i> concert season,<br \/>\nwhen everyone was buzzing;<br \/>\nhe had owned the Pall Mall,<br \/>\ndidn&#8217;t that count for something?<\/p>\n<p>Music: Coach wheels slithering,<br \/>\ngiggles jouncing the cream cups<br \/>\nbrimming from milady&#8217;s bustier;<br \/>\nfear masked as delight. Music:<br \/>\nhis Papa, his lost mother tongue.<br \/>\nMusic: winds howling down<br \/>\nthe four corridors of Fate<br \/>\nas he scrabbles after paper scraps,<br \/>\ntumbles the length of wherever he turned<br \/>\ngetting longer, clutching air, crying out<br \/>\n(but soundlessly, a non-shout):<\/p>\n<p><i>I played that once.<br \/>\nI played that once.<br \/>\nI played that once.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/0393070085\"><i>Sonata Mulattica<\/i><\/a> is a book-length sequence of poems inspired by the life of George Polgreen Bridgetower<\/a>, a 19th-century violin player born to a Polish mother and a West Indian father; Beethoven&#8217;s <i>Kreutzer Sonata<\/i> was originally dedicated to Bridgetower before the composer broke off his friendship with the musician after Bridgetower insulted a woman of Beethoven&#8217;s acquaintance. &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/viewmedia.php\/prmMID\/20618\">Ludwig van Beethoven&#8217;s Return to Vienna<\/a>&#8221; is also part of this sequence.<\/p>\n<p>Dove has been the poet laureate of the United States and of the Commonwealth of Virginia, and won the Pulitzer Prize in 1987 for <i>Thomas and Beulah<\/i>. She is, as far as I know, the only Pulitzer winner to appear on <i>Sesame Street<\/i>, although I&#8217;m sorry to say I wasn&#8217;t able to find that on YouTube. But I imagine that appearance speaks, in a roundabout way, to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.achievement.org\/autodoc\/printmember\/dov0int-1\">something Dove once said<\/a> in an interview:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;Very often, people who are not familiar with poetry, or don&#8217;t know much about it, are operating out of fear. At some point in their life, they&#8217;ve been given a poem to interpret and told, &#8216;That was the wrong answer.&#8217; You know. I think we&#8217;ve all gone through that. I went through that. And it&#8217;s unfortunate that sometimes in schools&#8212;this need to have things quantified and graded&#8212;we end up doing this kind of multiple choice approach to something that should be as ambiguous and ever-changing as life itself. So I try to ask them, &#8216;Have you ever heard a good joke?&#8217; If you&#8217;ve ever heard someone tell a joke just right, with the right pacing, then you&#8217;re already on the way to the poetry. Because it&#8217;s really about using words in very precise ways and also using gesture as it goes through language, not the gesture of your hands, but how language creates a mood. And you know, who can resist a good joke? When they get that far, then they can realize that poetry can also be fun.&#8221;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As if music were a country, he&#8217;d filled the biggest assembly rooms on the busiest square of the capital city; he&#8217;d played the best parties, saw Beau Brummel blast protocol with a single non-nod of his chin. 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