Mary Angela Douglas Poems

should we live-
interpreting the colours of flowers;
finishing our schoolwork
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bouquets of odd numbered flowers are best
the guidebook read.
no further information
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a white gold peace in a pale blue chapel
I always feel beneath these skies.
even when the sun is clouded over
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beautiful information drenched the deserts,
painting the suns.
beautiful information;
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one day our penny wishes will return
so copper bright.
the ones we tossed; wishing fiercely
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writing your name in the upper right hand corner
of a page that is gone,
the notebook too.countless workbooks.
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I remember the way we imagined her wedding
veils like clouds, holding paper flowers.
and this would be everyday.
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evening percolates.
and then, the cream of small stars.
I'm in my
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the knight on the blue road wandering...
and does he keep sheer distance to himself,
who can tell?
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[for Gerard Manley Hopkins]

I dreamed of ancient music
fresh as cream; all honied
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