Mary Angela Douglas Poems

the dove stitched sundials in the summer shade
the ache of autumn in the waning of leaves
these things I wanted to display
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as if on a porch by Childe Hassam
in a lily rosed light I lifted lightly
the evening shade
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such are the benedictions of the bright and broken shore
when you are leaving
that if you stopped the music
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[fragment from a song cycle imagined: The Queen's Daughter,
a retelling of the fairy tale: Snow White]

looking through dormer windows on the snow
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[to my sister, near her birthday]

if I could find the colour wheels
you must have stashed in the closet
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[for exiles, past and present]

transparencies of the pear trees against the early skies
I have kept for you whispered the Lord in my april ear
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oh for the taste of red gold, the violet of the plums
as in first summers the yellow and
the green spectrums, colours, wavering
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the stage sets remain;
the actors passed on.
this is a feeling of
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dear sugar you have sparkled long enough
in the delft blue bowl shift out and come
with us cried her new companions
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they are stealing the imperial emeralds
worried the Wizard not under his breath
on a summer day with the trees in
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