Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas Poems

1281. For Dylan Thomas In The Dark Blue Dusk, The Dust Of Words 12/8/2016
1282. The Constancy Of Snow Is Perhaps Invisible 12/9/2016
1283. Today A Leaf Fell 12/12/2016
1284. Song To Be Sung In An Overpoliticized Age 3/1/2017
1285. Who Knows When 3/4/2017
1286. To Oz From An Evergreen Distance 3/4/2017
1287. Secret Flights 3/6/2017
1288. If The Apple Blossom, The Cherry Or The Plum 3/9/2017
1289. On Beautiful Imagination 3/9/2017
1290. Imagination, Memory's Dower 3/9/2017
1291. Were You The Earthquake They Predicted 3/14/2017
1292. In The Summers' Day By Day 6/6/2017
1293. Then, Vanishing Away 6/6/2017
1294. This Is The Atlas Of The Floating 6/7/2017
1295. The Reverie On A Vintage Lace Dress 6/7/2017
1296. What Speech Could Be In Dreams 6/8/2017
1297. My Small Boat Over The Sea Of Dreaming Glides 6/8/2017
1298. I Imagine My Grandmother On A Day Trip From Heaven 6/9/2017
1299. An Accumulation Of Autumns 6/9/2017
1300. How Will We Know When We Have Reached The Sun 6/10/2017
1301. Angelology 6/12/2017
1302. Through No Fault Of Your Own 6/13/2017
1303. In The Nutshell Of Days 6/13/2017
1304. I Dreamed Of England Returned To Herself 6/17/2017
1305. What If I Slipped 6/18/2017
1306. The Glorious Salvage 6/20/2017
1307. Wearing Organza To Our Made Up Parties 6/20/2017
1308. Sometimes I Think Of Pompeii 6/26/2017
1309. The Way Things Looked When Set Against The Skies 7/1/2017
1310. On The Novels Of Kazuo Ishiguro 7/3/2017
1311. Four Horsemen Will Not Ride Tonight 7/8/2017
1312. We Started Out On A Cherry Filled Day 7/9/2017
1313. Long Ago, Grandmother, By The Cross Stitched Orchards' Light 7/9/2017
1314. In The Blue Hour 7/9/2017
1315. God Save Us From The Surreptitious 7/10/2017
1316. The Ministry Of Dreams 7/11/2017
1317. Through The Stick Trees A Foil Moon Is Shining 7/12/2017
1318. Words 7/13/2017
1319. To The Great Poets No Longer Remembered 7/23/2017
1320. Another Song For Walter De La Mare 7/23/2017

Comments about Mary Angela Douglas

  • Ann Buermann Wass (7/6/2018 5:47:00 AM)

    Was thinking about you recently and wondering if I could find you. Remember our days at Fontbonne together?

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  • 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.

  • 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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in memory of my grandmother, Lucy White Young

these peripheral fairy stories
I still wind
on a reel of gold

even if the pictures are flickering
in this Celluloid mirror
and the glass slipper slips to the stones

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