Mary Angela Douglas Poems

[on learning to read...]

on fine papers perhaps, tiny rosebuds of gold foil
in the borderlands beyond the words=
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could valentine cut outs folded end to end and paper chained
fill the chambers where the plans are laid?
I want to live in a Kingdom like that she declared
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maybe I should have regretted
almost treading on your shadow;
removing one charm from the bracelet of the sun:
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oh ghosts of my music
when will we depart
I will not leave without you.
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and could we ever be dressed in the sunset foils
of islands, crinkled with shining?
where it rains colours
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the rose-red sash at sunset
at your window
is glazing now with rain
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the last Christmas train has left the station.
beatitude is drifting with the sun.
all things have gathered flight
for the last poets rising
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my faberge egg is hatching little stars,
cut crystal-
whole cherry orchards unrazed
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dry sticks in the wind,
how have they made this from your music?
I can't pretend to like them for it.
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lost world returning to us, again

with the severed pasts delved into:
God's diamond hoard has been revealed
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