Mary Angela Douglas Poems

hang them out in the lavendered sun ro dry
unabashedly to wave as the train flies by.
why not? the air is crisp linen.
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'Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie; '
-George Herbert, Vertue
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in light that streams paradisical
through trees rustling in old movies, films-
there must be so many
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'safe in their alabaster chambers'
=Emily Dickinson

for Julie Harris in her portrayal of 'The Belle of Amherst'
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to the children when they're well again, forever

'we shall meet on that beautiful shore.'
-Old American hymn, In The Sweet Bye and Bye
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and to my mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas

'Fled is that music-: Do I wake or sleep? '
John Keats, Ode To A Nightingale
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[inspired by the film. Into the West]

almost a white horse with a mythic eye
arose from the sea bred carousels,
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[to God My Father from a dubious kingdom]


I carried Your universe in my mind
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fairytale capitals guard the chapters
and from them fall pink blossoms scattered
applewhite in natural light or some other
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to my one quarter Cherokee beloved adopted Grandfather, Milton Barkus Young, (and legal Guardian) , the only grandfather I ever knew...

(who, with my grandmother Lucy Young, raised me)
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