The Dream Of The Overland China Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

to Bess Streeter Aldrich

there should be coral rosebuds round it
she said softly speaking of her dream-china
that could not be carried overland.

so many things we left behind
because we could not carry them:
the moon with the rainbow ring

the music of the spheres and
walled in gardens.
the penny novel thoughts the

derring-do.
the ochre in the trees how long
I have longed to see dark
honey crusted on an
afternoon's leisurely canvas-

and plumed chivalries.

yet I have seen the green wind on the
prairies limitlessly, the coolness of God
in underground springs

and round as a wagon wheel, the yellow-gold
loaves of Heaven.

mary angela douglas 24 october 2013