Tag Archives: Rita Dove

* Ludwig Van Beethoven’s Return to Vienna

Oh you men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn, or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me…. – The Heiligenstadt Testament Three miles from my adopted city lies a village where I came to peace. The world … Continue reading

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“I have been a stranger in a strange land”

Life’s spell is so exquisite, everything conspires to break it. – Emily Dickinson It wasn’t bliss. What was bliss but the ordinary life? She’d spend hours in patter, moving through whole days touching, sniffing, tasting . . . exquisite housekeeping … Continue reading

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Testimonial

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 autumn, when all the poplars quivered sweetly in rank and … Continue reading

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Lines Composed on the Body Politic: An Accounting

Elizabeth, The Lodge at Woodstock – 1554. Less than the charting of each dawn’s resolutions, less than each evening’s trickle of doubt, less than a crown’s weight in silver, a diamond’s scratch against glass, less than the touted ill luck … Continue reading

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