I went through your epochs
one by one:
blazing a circle, not
a trail
I was not met at the door
by anyone
while in so many dreams
you did not appear
and I have cradled nothing
but my fear
that all my love is turning
into snow of a winter in
which whole worlds will be
lost
and one without which not
even God can stand
mary angela douglas 12 may 2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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