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In these brilliant poems, Rita Dove treats us to a panoply of human endeavor, shot through with the electrifying jazz of her lyric elegance. From the opening sequence, "Cameos", to the civil rights struggle of the final sequence, she explores the intersection of individual fate and history....

Title : On the Bus With Rosa Parks
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ISBN : 9780393320268
Format Type : Paperback
Number of Pages : 96 Pages
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On the Bus With Rosa Parks Reviews

  • Women's National Book Association of New Orleans
    2019-05-10 19:45

    The Women's National Book Association sent this book to the White House yesterday (March 24) in honor of Women's History Month: the Women's National Book Association's press release:Rita Dove manages something rare and wonderful in a story told through poems—she humanizes icon Rosa Parks, whose quiet act of courage changed the course of history. We see how an everyday woman with no notion of fame, acted from her convictions. More importantly, we see her as a person through the prism of Dove’s elegiac poetry, starting with the opening cycle, “Cameos,” which serves as the portrait of an extraordinary ordinary life. Rita Dove’s powerful poems have a musicality that drives the narrative forward, a jazz and blues rhythm perfectly suited to the place and time of Rosa Park’s Montgomery, Alabama bus rides. The final sequence is electrifying as it builds towards that pivotal moment in civil rights history when Rosa refused to go to the back of the bus and surrender her seat to a white woman. Rita Dove reminds us of the Poetry of the People through the brilliance of On the Bus with Rosa Parks.

  • Matthew
    2019-04-29 17:02

    (So there you are at last -a pip, a button in the grass.The world's begunwithout you.And no reception butaccumulation time.Your face hidden but your nameshuddering on air!)- Cameos: Birth, pg. 16* * *When I was young, the moon spoke in riddlesand the stars rhymed. I was a new toywaiting for my owner to pick me up.When I was young, I ran the day to its knees.There were trees to swing on, crickets for capture.I was narrowly sweet, infinitely cruel,tongued in honey and coddled in milk,sunburned and silvery and scabbed like a cold.And the world was already old.And I was older than I am today.- Singsong, pg. 27* * *Open it.Go ahead, it won't bite.Well . . . maybe a little.More a nip, like. A tingle.It's pleasurable, really.You see, it keeps on opening.You may fall in.Sure, it's hard to get started;remember learning to useknife and fork? Dig in:You'll never reach bottom.It's not like it's the end of the world -just the world as you thinkyou know it.- The First Book, pg. 31* * *I learned the spoons frommy grandfather, who was blind.Every day he'd go into the woods'cause that was his thing.He met all kinds of creatures,birds and squirrels,and while he was feeding themhe'd play the spoons,and after they finishedthey'd stay and listen.When I go into Phillyon a Saturday night,I don't need nothing butmy spoons and the music.Laid out on my kneesthey look so quiet,but when I pick them upI can play to anything:a dripping faucet,a tambourine,fish shining in a creek.A funny thing:When my grandfather died,every creature sang.And when the men went outto get him, they kept singing.They sung for two days,all the birds, all the animals.That's when I left the South.- The Musician Talks about "Process" after Anthony "Spoons" Pough), pg. 42-43* * *Palomino, horse on shadows.Pale of the gyrfalconstreaking free,a reckoning -the dark climbing out a crack in the earth.Black veils starched for Easter.The black hood of the condemned,reeking with slobber.The no colour behind the eyelidas the ax drops.Gauze bandages over the wounds of State.The canvas is primed, the morningbitten off but too much to chew.No angels here:The last one slipped the roomwhile your head was turned,made off for the winter streets.- Revenant, pg. 56* * *Nothing comes to mind.I place my arm on my kneeand a small ache shimmersin the elbow. Gristleperhaps, or the nub of a nerve.Who knows? Don't think;lean into the wrought ironuntil the table quakes, sends the wine aquiver.Nothing happens.Red homunculus settling,green - Libelle? cicada - drifting byas a breeze rouses the linden,lifts a millimeter of leafall the way down the boulevard.This elbow's no good. I'd rather beanywhere - and if I dare blinkof belch, or scratch at my furrowed unease;if I refuse to look up, into God'sbland countenance . . .the lost wing would still itchand the wine stay bitterin the glass - a mouthful of sinin an inchful of hell.- Against Repose, pg. 62* * *Lord, Lord. No restfor the wicked?Most likely noheating pads.(Heat some gravy for the potatoes,slice a little green pepperinto the pinto beans . . .)Sometimes a bodyjust plain grieves.Stand by me in this, my hour -- Sit Back, Relax, pg. 75* * *How she sat there,the time right inside a placeso wrong it was ready.That trim name withits dream of a benchto rest on. Her sensible coat.Doing nothing was the doing:the clean flame of her gazecarved by a camera flash.How she stood upwhen they bent down to retrieveher purse. That courtesy.- Rosa, pg. 83

  • Paul
    2019-05-06 15:55

    Dove descends onto the concreteness of the lives of poetry on the bus. Strange and familiar as historical fiction.

  • Joy
    2019-05-19 15:00


  • Mal Martin
    2019-05-16 17:04

    Her work is very beautiful. It is just as someone described "a film with the volume turned down." this is beautiful and elegant. I would recommend it to anyone who wants to hear what silence is like but to also feel the small feelings that follow many women around.

  • William
    2019-05-07 18:48

    An ok collection of poems with a few standouts. The first set, "Cameos," captures mid-century working life for blacks. Dove is especially vivid here. The closing sequence, the namesake for the book, tells the Rosa Parks story more obliquely, less narrative than moments, or reflections. I had hoped, I suppose, for a little more heat here, but Dove instead keeps the voice cool as is her style. For a poem for graduation or an important birthday, Testimonial brought a lot of pleasure:Back when the earth was newand heaven just a whisper,back when the names of thingshadn't had time to stick;back when the smallest breezes melted summer into autumn,when all the poplars quiveredsweetly in rank and file...the world called, and I answered.Each glance ignited to a gaze.I caught my breath and called that life,swooned between spoonfuls of lemon sorbet.I was pirouette and flourish,I was filigree and flame.How could I count my blessingswhen I didn't know their names?Back when everything was still to come,luck leaked out everywhere.I gave m promise to the world, and the world followed me here.

  • Elizabeth
    2019-04-25 19:52

    On The Bus With Rosa Parks is the first collection I have read from Rita Dove, and it feels like a wonderful place to start. The poetry varies in style from poem to poem, and blend individual history with a broader, societal history. The poems I most enjoyed were Maple Valley Branch Library, 1967; Gotterdammerung, and Ghost Walk. I definitely recommend this for anyone looking for a good poetry collection to read.

  • A E Fox
    2019-05-22 23:00

    I wanted to love this book but did not. I found a few poems, like Singsong, that were beautiful and thought-provoking. However, most of the poems did not affect me in that way. I even reread most of them after finishing the book once. I would still recommend this book. The poems that did stand out were memorable, and maybe others can see in the poems that I did not.

  • Yana
    2019-05-21 18:02

    In this meditation on history, all of the poems have this very pleasant cadence to them.

  • Oswego Public Library District
    2019-05-09 14:36

    On the Bus with Rosa Parks is a heartfelt collection of poems by the former U.S. Poet Laureate, Rita Dove. Poems like “Maple Valley Branch Library, 1967” and “Singsong” testify to the vivid imagery she masters. Dove writes with a thoughtfulness that makes her poems intriguing and beautiful. There are poems tied to the Civil Rights Movement, poems about human struggle, and poems that provide a glimpse into everyday life. - JMPlace a hold onOn the Bus with Rosa Parks.

  • Vikki Marshall
    2019-05-25 19:59

    Rita Dove is a gifted, treasured poet with accolades too numerous to mention, her words so perfectly chosen. In this collection of poetry she pays tribute to the wisdom that existed before us and to the people whose simple, elegant acts have had a profound impact on the world around them. Her intimate pieces invite readers to see Ms. Dove as a child with the young eyes of a future poet observing the world around her. The 10 poems directly attributed to the humble humanity of Rosa Parks, are breathtaking odes to the power of one, that one unassuming individual who dares to take a stance against intolerance. Dove’s poem, “Rosa”, is perhaps one of her most unforgettable and moving offerings to American history.

  • Jesse
    2019-04-25 18:53

    Gorgeous, breath-taking, and inspired! Pure, original, and engrossing! Dove has a command of the art that, I believe, outshines many of her contemporaries. Her powerful verse is like a lighthouse beacon shining a glorious light upon an American vessel of poetry, long thought to be lost at sea. Her work comes equipped with powerful textual imagery which touches deepest regions of the soul, and each poem is topped with a sense of euphoric delight upon literary consumption. If you can think of any other words of praise to shower upon this arch-poetess they are more than well deserved. Let’s face it, “Dove delivers”.

  • Ellice
    2019-05-02 17:00

    Wonderful linked poems by the former Poet Laureate of the United States. As the title would suggest, many do cover the Civil Rights Movement, but many are about everyday folk who are not celebrated, with some poems seeming to have an autobiographical bent. These poems feel like deep pools--something you can enjoy on a surface level, but that reveals more and more the deeper you go--and perhaps you'll never reach the bottom. My favorite is "The First Book," about the promise of learning to read, but the entire collection is lovely.

  • Nisha
    2019-05-04 22:50

    did NOT enjoy this book. i've been trying to read more poetry since i'm pretty dense about it, but even so, i'm pretty sure this is NOT good poetry. i checked out some reviews on amazon and a few people said that this is far from rita dove's best work, so maybe i should have tried another one of her collections, but i picked this up at my used book store for £1. it's going in the pile to be donated (again).

  • Robin
    2019-05-23 19:53

    There's a lot here that I can appreciate on a technical, craft level... but it just isn't necessarily my thing. I want to understand Dove's poetry and it feels at once accessible and inaccessible - like I have to work too hard to find out what's being said, and in the end it feels like too much and not enough.

  • SmarterLilac
    2019-05-04 17:39

    Lovely. Gets to the root of some deep social concerns (racial identity, racism, poverty and violence) with concision and finesse. But I would expect nothing less from Ms. Dove, who continues to create the most durable and stunning American poetry of our age.

  • Sherry (sethurner)
    2019-05-25 22:59

    A slender volume of accessible poems that highlight the lives of black women. I found the book because I was looking up information on the Venus of Villandorf, and one of the poems is about the little goddess, but the poems cover wide-ranging topics.

  • Anne
    2019-05-13 18:52

    Read for SPL's summer reading bingo.

  • Cre
    2019-05-02 22:41

    Loved It

  • Maxie Steer
    2019-05-04 22:41

    Poignant and beautiful

  • Molly
    2019-04-27 18:03

    Great poetry and insight into the culture of the 1950s/60s! I definitely recommend :)

  • Stephen Frey Wagg
    2019-05-16 14:53

    dear Sophie, littlest phoenix.

  • Phoebe
    2019-05-08 20:41

    Lovely poetry

  • Laura
    2019-05-24 20:03

    A good poet.

  • Philip
    2019-04-26 17:44