Mary Angela Douglas Poems

the tree of language bent so silverly down
when I was small.
oh I'm so glad you came I said
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all the things you thought you knew
can be swallowed overnight.
what will you do without walls?
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all the things you thought you knew
can be swallowed overnight.
what will you do without walls?
...

[to be sung in counterpoint, if necessary...]

not only on the high, the holy days did we love
the sound of bells but in our sleep the sweet bells
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American meadows edged up to my doorsill
I was that happy;
in love with all the wildflowers
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[to Emily Bronte]

I spoke with trees and rocks and clouds
because I could not speak with Crowds
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ineffable roses inordinately red or pink
or yellow as the sun enchanted everyone
or only one, read the math problem in
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lightning falls apart and then to earth provides
a moment's spotlight and are you there
in its charmed circle, bright-
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they speak around the edges of your dreams
as if you weren't there.
but it's your dream, after all,
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in elephant heaven there are no tears
just the snatched green years prolonged
plenty of time splashing
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