Mary Angela Douglas Poems

[to William Blake and the Space Program]

places with such beautiful names have endured such atrocities
I heard the angels chained complain complain
...

the froth of her dress was like a small sea
or something branched as flowers can be
in the spring or starlight caught in a looking
...

[to Eugene Field for the Sugarplum Tree,
to all the Five and Ten's...]

in the variety store of my dreams I saw...
...

[for John Dowland and myriad others]

why do they balk at the beautiful words
and send them pitiless, away?
...

to my sister

they've castled my castles did you cry
to the vacant chessboard
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we heard music through a cloud
so faintly; o finally we thought either
we are dying or is music
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we heard music through a cloud
so faintly; o finally we thought either
we are dying or is music
...

forever finding the silver key
to the golden door
the right glove not the left
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is life not burning bush enough
that we should kneel
here in the shadow of your lovely
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would you care for a drop of chocolate,
a pink iced bun?
we asked the Fairy on the run.
...