Mary Angela Douglas Poems

I'm not the folk tune said the princess
her head in her jeweled hands.
not even the broidered kerchief
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spelling the things that drift away
I learned that the
leaves were leaving; there's
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it's in the quality of the falling snows
and I cry from my knees
who is the King of all this delicacy;
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I have wandered in white kingdoms
where the bleached lights
lingered
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I will traverse this winter distance
I will not forget
your white wonders
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every sentence is a train of pearl
gliding into whiter distances-
where you will whisper in the
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I kept Your carnelian word
every day in the street
that was never mine
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there is no golden thread running through
there is no porch of flowers-

I have stood on the banks of a river
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I went through your epochs
one by one:

blazing a circle, not
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to e.e. cummings

brightness is brighter
gold on gold ever gathered
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