Fragment For Rilke Inlaid By Akhmatova And Dante Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the last Christmas train has left the station.
beatitude is drifting with the sun.
all things have gathered flight
for the last poets rising
on a golden wind
now that frost has cut the
moon out of the skies.

and the snow in the heart keeps sifting down
keeps sifting down
all along the kleig-white evenings
where you whispered to yourself
and the First Angel, out of hearing
I am no longer cold.

mary angela douglas 13.14.,19 january 2013