Rita Dove Quote

In water-heavy nights behind grandmother's porch
We knelt in the tickling grasses and whispered: Linda's face hung before us, pale as a pecan, And it grew wise as she said: "A boy's lips are soft, As soft as baby's skin."

The Yellow House on the Corner. Adolescence I

In water-heavy nights behind grandmother's porch We knelt in the tickling grasses and whispered: Linda's face hung before us, pale as a pecan, And it ...

In water-heavy nights behind grandmother's porch We knelt in the tickling grasses and whispered: Linda's face hung before us, pale as a pecan, And it ...

In water-heavy nights behind grandmother's porch We knelt in the tickling grasses and whispered: Linda's face hung before us, pale as a pecan, And it ...

In water-heavy nights behind grandmother's porch We knelt in the tickling grasses and whispered: Linda's face hung before us, pale as a pecan, And it ...