Mary Angela Douglas Poems

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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after some time

spending all your days
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sometimes within us, an interstellar light

floods the flood plains of our inner sight
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we broke the beautiful language

because we were petulant, bored with ourselves
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not everyone will stand

some people will sit
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for Virginia Woolf

exquisitely, so beautifully how she lingers
in consciousness even her shadow brighter than Light
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for William Butler Yeats
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I stood where there was no singing
breathing myself into the final
color of roses
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the reeds on the outer banks
bend into a coral light
and ferried from sight
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the library of one
where green leaves shuttled through.
pink clouds.
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