Mary Angela Douglas
Mary Angela Douglas Poems
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The Names Of Things
to Ray Bradbury, looking back, or forward
the names of things we held in our heart
when alphabets foundered and worlds came apart
and the clouds drifted over mindless borders
and were crucified.
the names of things, the orange and the lemon
the midnight zither and the bluebird plans
the tissue paper birthdays at a secret command
all disappeared, their ribbons curling.
all but the names we taught our children to revere and
year past year,
never to split the silver from the rains,
to refrain from negating the Soul.
and ever to stow the...
Read This Poem
read this poem in the language of snow
your last thought as you turn to go
read it in silence
becoming yourself the syllables of a silence
no one owns
read it in all colours
or as apple tree shade