Mary Angela Douglas Poems

pure tangerine is the colour I would speak
irrepressible cherry, lemon-lime so lingering
from the jump rope times
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to Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg, premier violinist

(sostenuto)
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like Exupery's rose I
thought myself
well guarded-
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[to my mother and grandmother]

oh I'm the tabula rosa perhaps she sang
in the light opera she made up as she went along
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how can every graduation seem
bathed in the same pearlescent light
all old photographs reveal?
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[to Sharon, the sister of Music]

as if chandeliers were weeping, your ballade.
I remember that feeling in our Grandmother's studio:
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migrations of the monarch or the amber ambient suns
that's you on the path where the bright leaves scatter
with your plaid lunch box, your plaid dress too
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['I heard the learned astronomer...'
-Walt Whitman]

'this is the unit on stars.'
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I will love pure song forever
said I to the rising wind
and whether the wind is
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which part of the fairytale are you
I wonder looking out at
teeming sidewalks
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