Casa Poema - Famous Poems, New Poetry, Photos and Quotes

Rita Dove - Exit

Home Page | Poems | Famous Poets | Love Poetry | Nature Poetry | Spiritual Poetry | Poems to Inspire | Poems of Loss | Grief and Healing | Women Poets | Poemas en Espanol | USA Poets | Poetry On Family | Children | Short Poems | Narrative Poetry | Funny Poems | Friendship Poems | on Writing | Quotes | Mentors | Courage | Moxxor | Donate, Gift, Appreciation


Just when hope withers, the visa is granted.
The door opens to a street like in the movies,
clean of people, of cats; except it is your street
you are leaving. A visa has been granted,
"provisionally"-a fretful word.
The windows you have closed behind
you are turning pink, doing what they do
every dawn. Here it's gray. The door
to the taxicab waits. This suitcase,
the saddest object in the world.
Well, the world's open. And now through
the windshield the sky begins to blush
as you did when your mother told you
what it took to be a woman in this life.

Rita Dove

Copyright 1995 Mississippi Review

7th US Poet Laureate 1993-5

Women Poets

Famous American Poets

Go to Home page