Mary Angela Douglas


Mary Angela Douglas Poems

1. I Gathered Fresh Gardenias: You Were Missing 8/12/2009
2. For Thomas Chatterton (1752-1770) 8/12/2009
3. Vivid 8/12/2009
4. Here Is The Harbor Where The Ruby Ship 8/14/2009
5. I Went Back To Find The Golden 8/14/2009
6. It Is Night In The Emerald City 8/14/2009
7. Praising The Book People 8/14/2009
8. A Cherry Tree Wind Was Blowing 8/14/2009
9. Song For The Last Interview 8/6/2009
10. Van Gogh To His Brother, Undated Letter, Summer 1891 8/7/2009
11. Blake 8/12/2009
12. Anatoly Konenko And His Rose Books 8/12/2009
13. Any Heart Breaking Over The World Is 8/12/2009
14. The Beauty Of What Is Difficult 8/14/2009
15. On The Assasination Of Benazir Bhutto (12/27/07) 8/14/2009
16. Selling Garcia-Lorca 8/21/2009
17. The Snow Sledge Drives Through Lacquered Lands 9/10/2009
18. To Every Poet Every Day 9/14/2009
19. The Rose Red Sealing Wax On The Letter's Dry Now 10/5/2009
20. St. Francis Sowed His Bluebirds 10/6/2009
21. Lion, Tinman And Scarecrow 10/14/2009
22. I'm The One With The Ruby Slippers 10/14/2009
23. Waiting For Oz Was Too Hard 10/14/2009
24. O Crystal Heart Of France 10/19/2009
25. Diamond Cutters 10/27/2009
26. The King Of Poetry 10/27/2009
27. Chaconne For Federico 11/18/2009
28. Song Is A Ladder Of Diamonds 11/18/2009
29. Beauty Asks For A Rose 12/3/2009
30. Yours Is The Calla Star [carol] 12/3/2009
31. Kabakovian Wonders Filled My Eyes 12/4/2009
32. Lives Of The Hunger Artists 12/10/2009
33. Tesserae* 1/8/2010
34. Lament For Haiti After A Painting By Magrite 1/26/2010
35. Aslan (The Brigands Go The Other Way) 2/7/2010
36. Taking A Hammer To The Clouds 2/24/2010
37. The Pure Lyric, Undefiled: Not Subject To Psychological Profiling Or Social Reformation 4/7/2010
38. The Childhood Of Marcel Proust 6/1/2010
39. Can Anyone Steal Your Soul 6/16/2010
40. The Doves Of My Mind 6/16/2010

Comments about Mary Angela Douglas

  • Kumarmani Mahakul Kumarmani Mahakul (10/27/2018 7:20:00 AM)

    On behalf of all fellow poets of PH Family and our Mahakul Family we offer a title of honour to poetess Mary Angela Douglas as, Empyrean Elegance. From today onward she will be known as Empyrean Elegance Mary Angela Douglas. This title of honour is offered to her due to her outstanding perseverance and contribution to the world literature. Her poems are deeply philosophical and valuable. We hope, all poets, visitors and people will like this title offered to her.

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  • Ann Buermann Wass (7/6/2018 5:47:00 AM)

    Was thinking about you recently and wondering if I could find you. Remember our days at Fontbonne together?

  • Prabhata Kumar Sahoo Prabhata Kumar Sahoo (5/8/2017 11:54:00 PM)

    I love your poet'page.I am tempted to read more about your works after going thru a few.

  • Is It Poetry James Mclain Is It Poetry James Mclain (11/15/2016 10:55:00 AM)

    Few have the honesty
    As do you
    To have like you the truth
    As you speak in your
    Biography .. James

  • Mary Angela Douglas Mary Angela Douglas (7/2/2016 4:10:00 PM)

    Thank you for your kind comment Odiete. I believe that poetry and being a poet is from God. If there is any vastness in my poems it comes from my being happy to think about the vastness of God. We are all vast in Him I like to think too. My versatility comes from having a scattered, butterfly like brain that likes to flit from flower to flower in terms of topics to think about (why I always had trouble with writing research papers in school at the last minute; not from procrastination, just from liking too much to research and keep finding things out without drawing conclusions. Heaven will be at least in part, for me, I think, the joy of NEVER AGAIN HAVING TO DRAW CONCLUS9ONS! God bless you a abundantly in your continuing (and already eternal) life as a poet. Thank You. Mary Angela Douglas

  • Ovi-enita Odiete Ovi-enita Odiete (7/2/2016 3:44:00 PM)

    You are such a Vast, Versatile and talented Poetess.....

Best Poem of Mary Angela Douglas

The Names Of Things

to Ray Bradbury, looking back, or forward

the names of things we held in our heart
when alphabets foundered and worlds came apart
and the clouds drifted over mindless borders

and were crucified.
the names of things, the orange and the lemon
the midnight zither and the bluebird plans

the tissue paper birthdays at a secret command
all disappeared, their ribbons curling.
all but the names we taught our children to revere and

year past year,
never to split the silver from the rains,
to refrain from negating the Soul.

and ever to stow the...

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Selling Garcia-Lorca

.'...a las cinco de la tarde' -Federico Garcia-Lorca

selling garcia-lorca
I walked to the edge of
the olive groved sea

and wept into it
the citrus stars shone
down on the last moon

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