Everyone waiting here was once in love.
—Rita Dove (b. 1952)
Whenever I dove in a breast high shoal,
Wherever I ramped in the clover quilts,
Whatsoever I did in the coal-
Black night, I left my quivering prints.
—Dylan Thomas (1914–1953)
What can the dove of Jesus give
You now but wisdom, exile? Stand and live,
The dove has brought an olive branch to eat.
—Robert Lowell (1917–1977)