Mary Angela Douglas Poems

for E. Nesbit and her Phoenix

from far away the visionary bird
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for Mama

your ladyslipper stories
I'll find again one day
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I dreamt I was warned in dreams

to depart another way
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[to my grandfather, Milton B. Young, King of the Triple A Trip Tik]

we loved old road maps of cheerful design
the brochure people motoring
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(for Alfred Lord Tennyson)


space curves back into her embroidery
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the poor are made to pay for the benefits from the government

through scorn and mockery and condescension and the blame blame game
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falling off the world we came to see
the underside of clouds
the breathing of leaves
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KIND GHOSTS

kind ghosts beckon from the gathering blue
or leave behind a crystal shoe
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tell me how to be in the world
I wish I had said to the auburn squirrel
playing in the trees out the library window
when it jumped too far from the next branch over
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Of all words I think I would choose the word seraphic

on a day of gloom, in a trying moment, spurned
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