Golden Oldie by Rita Dove
As I read this poem, I could picture the scene in my head. I could see her sitting in her car in the driveway, sweating from the heat, but too immersed by the lyrics of the song to go. I really like when poets use imagery in their writing. I also liked the insecurity she presented in the last 3 lines. It showed her vulnerability.
Golden Oldie
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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.
I Like "IT" The imagery is so vivid. More importantly because the poet takes us to a place where we have been. Listening to a song and lamenting over a lost love. it makes one feel like everything will be okay...we move on.