Mary Angela Douglas Poems

to Robin Williams

complexities in music are expected; yet, a fantastic flow of words, a disease decreed the doctors to the poets time out of mind though Light itself is scattered beautifully from
quartz to quartz and this is what we call sparkling
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you throw yourself away or think you must.
you who are made of diamond dust.
you, His heart's own core with daylight ahead of
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the faint pink flower falling from the tree
does not ask where we can hear it anyway
will they remember me,
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in the theatre of roses I took my seat.
of course the cushions were rose velvet.
now we begin.
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oh God if we must
crawl on our hands and knees to
nothing that was ever a shrine
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to e.e. cummings
and with love and sorrow for all those punished unjustly

infractions rained down tears
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I'm fading from the world, the snow maid glistened
her words in paragraphs of clouds suspended listening.
no more winter concerts under the nebulae.
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to Lewis Carroll

handing the comfits round
poor Alice cried again
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there is another kingdom where the brambled roses breathe
where fragrance from colour cannot be parted.
winding the clock of quiet come the snows
hallowing.
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my music box, have they killed you?
-I'm alright. I just can't finish the tune
the way I used to...
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