Mary Angela Douglas Poems

arranging the pasteboard furniture
in the dollhouse, won't the
summer be fine? and
...

today the small birds
have flown from my poem;
the ones that wanted to be silver;
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shall I with my new minted paperbacks disappear
in the maple leafed shining of the year
the gate through which we speed
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can you be in a maze this thick and this deep
and still wind your way without panic
without the darting flight
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[to my Grandmother, Lucy W. Young]

I remember the pages of light
where the leaves shadow scattered-
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small candies I have hid around the house
in case of sudden emergencies.
and in the hollows of trees
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the small giraffe, (figurine) :
dozed amid towering roses-
froze in his spot and yet still wondered
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the tree of language bent so silverly down
when I was small.
oh I'm so glad you came I said
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all the things you thought you knew
can be swallowed overnight.
what will you do without walls?
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all the things you thought you knew
can be swallowed overnight.
what will you do without walls?
...