American Renaissance & American Romanticism
Golden Oldie
by Rita Dove
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.
(1995)
Questions:
What's Romantic about each
poem? What's not?
What overall themes or styles
emerge?
What other terms compete with
the terms of Romanticism? What different kinds of prestige or appeal do
different styles or genres offer?
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