Mary Angela Douglas Poems

[to poetry when it was called poesy (and was rosy) or:
some posies for poesy]

how they have forgotten your orchid words
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pink peppermint ice cream
my favorite poem among the ice creams
candied cream pink of the infinitessimal
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oops! I fell down the rabbit hole
in my poem
Hello Alice, lovely dress the
perfect shade of blue I
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etched through layers of rose
leaf on leaf briefly stenciled
the child in bright lemon
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[to Fanny Brawne and to John Keats...]

it's in the garden or it's in my heart,
his nightingale singing in the mulberry tree;
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'I am the Bread of life...'
Jesus Christ

please accept this crust of bread.
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perhaps the thirteenth fairy wept at home
under her polka dot toadstool barely
kept from the monsoons
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to the poet Osip Mandelstam

'We live, not feeling the ground under our feet,
no one hears us more than a dozen steps away...'
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walking on the jewels of your silence
I saw the winter sky come down
enfolding a long-ago radiance.
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lost things, old gloves, old fans, pearl opera glasses
gazing on the moon; the clouds before the storm;
the autograph of God on all of it.
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