Mary Angela Douglas


Mary Angela Douglas Poems

1281. In The Nutshell Of Days 6/13/2017
1282. I Dreamed Of England Returned To Herself 6/17/2017
1283. What If I Slipped 6/18/2017
1284. The Glorious Salvage 6/20/2017
1285. Wearing Organza To Our Made Up Parties 6/20/2017
1286. Sometimes I Think Of Pompeii 6/26/2017
1287. The Way Things Looked When Set Against The Skies 7/1/2017
1288. On The Novels Of Kazuo Ishiguro 7/3/2017
1289. Four Horsemen Will Not Ride Tonight 7/8/2017
1290. We Started Out On A Cherry Filled Day 7/9/2017
1291. Long Ago, Grandmother, By The Cross Stitched Orchards' Light 7/9/2017
1292. In The Blue Hour 7/9/2017
1293. God Save Us From The Surreptitious 7/10/2017
1294. The Ministry Of Dreams 7/11/2017
1295. Through The Stick Trees A Foil Moon Is Shining 7/12/2017
1296. Words 7/13/2017
1297. To The Great Poets No Longer Remembered 7/23/2017
1298. Another Song For Walter De La Mare 7/23/2017
1299. The Marmalade Measures Of The Sun 7/24/2017
1300. For Those I Tried To Find (Second Version) 7/27/2017
1301. For Those I Tried To Find (Third Version) 7/27/2017
1302. The Beautiful Dilapidation Of Our Saturdays 7/29/2017
1303. Beautiful, Coming Due 7/29/2017
1304. As Though We Lived 7/29/2017
1305. Galoshes 7/31/2017
1306. Will I Find The Angels In The Picture 8/3/2017
1307. The Things You Read In Your Sleep 8/5/2017
1308. Will We Find Tracks Of Firebirds In The Snows 8/5/2017
1309. I Remember When We Were Standing Still 8/6/2017
1310. Going Up The Stairs Of Dream 8/6/2017
1311. Time Itself, Regarding 8/6/2017
1312. That Country 8/6/2017
1313. Leave Your Songs At The Door 8/6/2017
1314. We'll Dress Up In Bon Bon Pink 8/6/2017
1315. The High Things Of The Heart 8/10/2017
1316. Saints And Those Who Knew Them 8/15/2017
1317. Small Rehearsal For The Last Song Sung 8/18/2017
1318. The Eclipse Of The Beautiful In Our Time 8/20/2017
1319. Who Will Teach You Now If You Don't Know 8/23/2017
1320. The Hinge Of Autumn, The Rubies In The Rain 8/23/2017

Comments about Mary Angela Douglas

  • Prabhata Kumar Sahoo Prabhata Kumar Sahoo (5/8/2017 11:54:00 PM)

    I love your poet'page.I am tempted to read more about your works after going thru a few.

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  • Is It Poetry James Mclain Is It Poetry James Mclain (11/15/2016 10:55:00 AM)

    Few have the honesty
    As do you
    To have like you the truth
    As you speak in your
    Biography .. James

  • Mary Angela Douglas Mary Angela Douglas (7/2/2016 4:10:00 PM)

    Thank you for your kind comment Odiete. I believe that poetry and being a poet is from God. If there is any vastness in my poems it comes from my being happy to think about the vastness of God. We are all vast in Him I like to think too. My versatility comes from having a scattered, butterfly like brain that likes to flit from flower to flower in terms of topics to think about (why I always had trouble with writing research papers in school at the last minute; not from procrastination, just from liking too much to research and keep finding things out without drawing conclusions. Heaven will be at least in part, for me, I think, the joy of NEVER AGAIN HAVING TO DRAW CONCLUS9ONS! God bless you a abundantly in your continuing (and already eternal) life as a poet. Thank You. Mary Angela Douglas

  • Ovi-enita Odiete Ovi-enita Odiete (7/2/2016 3:44:00 PM)

    You are such a Vast, Versatile and talented Poetess.....

Best Poem of Mary Angela Douglas

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...

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Blake

to William Blake

I saw you walking
the hills of green,
angels on either side of you, conversing

and cherry-bought bells resounding.
in the dove-sought skies such flame-tinged
clouds appearing:

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