Mary Angela Douglas


Mary Angela Douglas Poems

1401. Forever Unable To See The Stars As They Were 3/18/2018
1402. Song To Be Sung In An Overpoliticized Age 3/1/2017
1403. Who Knows When 3/4/2017
1404. To Oz From An Evergreen Distance 3/4/2017
1405. Secret Flights 3/6/2017
1406. If The Apple Blossom, The Cherry Or The Plum 3/9/2017
1407. On Beautiful Imagination 3/9/2017
1408. Imagination, Memory's Dower 3/9/2017
1409. Were You The Earthquake They Predicted 3/14/2017
1410. Child Of Immensity 12/15/2016
1411. Christmas Standing Still 12/16/2016
1412. Some Ballet 12/16/2016
1413. They Seem Afraid To Write About The Stars 12/16/2016
1414. Ghost Ships I Have Seen 12/17/2016
1415. How Beautiful They Stand 3/31/2018
1416. Folger's Theatre April 4,1988 8 P.M. Washington D.C. 3/31/2018
1417. Throwback 4/14/2018
1418. To My Mother By The Screen Door Of Heaven, Looking Out 4/27/2018
1419. To Ray Bradbury, Six Years Gone 4/28/2018
1420. The Spain Of My Mind, The Wind Of Gold 4/30/2018
1421. Morning Glory, Morning's Vine 5/1/2018
1422. There's An Angel For Going Out -new- 5/17/2018
1423. On The Removal Of Certain Statues -new- 5/20/2018
1424. Blue Light Scatters, Apart From The Rose Of Day -new- 5/21/2018
1425. For Ireland Always -new- 5/22/2018
1426. Dressed For The Occasion -new- 5/25/2018
1427. Identity Is The Music 3/26/2018
1428. My Cherry Coloured Clouds My Drifted Snows 2/7/2015
1429. The Sun On The Waters, The Heavenly Chime 2/7/2015
1430. For Poetry 2/7/2015
1431. Pink Peppermint Ice Cream 2/7/2015
1432. Please Accept This Crust Of Bread 2/7/2015
1433. She Dreams Of His Death 2/3/2015
1434. How They Have Forgotten Your Orchid Words 2/7/2015
1435. Scratch Art Card Directions For The Primary Child 2/7/2015
1436. Tundra, Perhaps The Silver Forests, Somewhere, Something Said 12/15/2014
1437. The Other Side Of The Story 11/28/2014
1438. The Princess Recounts The History Of Roses In A Picture Book Left At Versailles 8/30/2014
1439. Lost Things, Old Gloves, Old Fans, Pearl Opera Glasses 8/30/2014
1440. The Mermaid Predictions, The Future Of Snow 8/29/2014

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...

Read the full of The Names Of Things

Early Rilke

music, foundation of empires I dreamed then

in the rattling days suddenly a clear space rose,

and everything fades except a single terrace



of night, this fabric of stars; .lost,

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