Mary Angela Douglas Poems

lives of the saints on a rusty hinge I dreamed
the Door having been flung open in the winds
and the liveried voice floated over heavy as lead
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in every version of the fairy tale you read
some one will come to lay the kindling
when there is none; to sort the clouds
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still imbued with the living rose-
still alive in the shearing wind-

what is broken will not be mended
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once there were clouds like flowers.
people held onto their hearts
with kite strings.
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hang them out in the lavendered sun ro dry
unabashedly to wave as the train flies by.
why not? the air is crisp linen.
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'Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie; '
-George Herbert, Vertue
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in light that streams paradisical
through trees rustling in old movies, films-
there must be so many
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'safe in their alabaster chambers'
=Emily Dickinson

for Julie Harris in her portrayal of 'The Belle of Amherst'
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to the children when they're well again, forever

'we shall meet on that beautiful shore.'
-Old American hymn, In The Sweet Bye and Bye
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and to my mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas

'Fled is that music-: Do I wake or sleep? '
John Keats, Ode To A Nightingale
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