Caroling blackbirds sing on
In the ruined margins of the daydreaming monk's
notation
And thus were the glass bell ringers
Suspended in my song;
Bells fuming on a purple wind
And envy set in
Like a bruised cloud
Over the innocent Sun.
But May shall return cerulean music
And in wild violets I will find the snows
The festal crowns the maypole ribbons
In shunned reveries
As a girl I had let go.
mary angela douglas 9 may 2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem