Mary Angela Douglas Poems

I lost that summer walking on
golden sidewalks,

returning to no wisteria-laden porch-
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in memory of my grandfather, Milton B. Young

who will take the song
and lead it home
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to Bess Streeter Aldrich

there should be coral rosebuds round it
she said softly speaking of her dream-china
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who dreamed that coming back to life would be this way
pink blossoms flaring in the cold and snows flowing away
and the trickle of Time under the ice gives way
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[to the prophetic Hans Christian Andersen,
for his fairytale: 'The Emperor's Nightingale']

[to the tune of Vaughn Williams 'The Lark Ascending' played more and more faintly...]
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I have friends in a box.
beneath a screen.
I think I have.
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[to the cyber-bullies who waylaid my poem on the blogsite Scarriet]

'Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise Him...'
from Psalm 42: 11
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{enter, Desdemona, singing}

lost in the dream of the seventh willow
where was her testament of flowers, she mused
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the picture book at the end of the world
stamped with the king's foil roses
I breathed in:
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to C.S. Lewis

and to Dr. Louis Markos for the intensified magic of Lewis - reinterpreted
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