Mary Angela Douglas
Impressions Of Garcia-Lorca On The Piano Of Pale Green Velvet - Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
'I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries
I want to sleep the dream of that child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.'
of the child who wanted to cut his heart
on poetry of the child with the silvered over voice
fretted into diamonds continually; the child
set like a jewel on green velvet, set like a jewel;
like starlight scissored out of the skies by other children
for a keepsake. Mama? see?
and far away and here in both castles, simultaneously.
of the child who was cut, who was cut like moonlight
out of nocturnes endlessly
lamenting, pedaled over now: a silence like snow;
far off, like lunar snow.
and in the gardens of the kings not so mysteriously disappearing so that
even the roses whisper in the clouded nights:
there is no more music like this.
and the trees on green velvet sobbing diamonds suddenly
for the breezes too young to know the voice
they will not carry now.
and the cut carnations in the vases of the Princess forming
no fit bouquets.
and the olive winds tossing the fevered ship
mary angela douglas 28 june 2014
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