IF I LOSE THE WHITE SUN
if I lose the white sun
as it appeared to me in dreams
amid blue icicles and near the holly bushes
of home if I lose the white sun
as it felt upon my tongue and at the precipice of
certain words
known only to the Holy Ghost
if I lose the white sun
the endless firs, unfettered, the lacework factories of clouds
the sound of water far from the realm of speech
I will break down in grief
as if were a child
barred from Fairyland
a saint, from a long envisioned Heaven.
mary angela douglas 5 july 2021
1) then remains the black orbit solely, this is how I am pondering about this white sun, then truly remains the black orbit solely, .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
2) this is how I have been pondering about your crystal clearly composed poem today, just submitted by your dear heart. I like very much your poems I have read sofar, truly mesmerizing and they read so poetic beautuful