Mary Angela Douglas Poems

the queen surveyed her mirrors and the mirrors froze;
whole kingdoms likewise under the burden
of their pink spring.
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to the Russian poets forever and ever...


these indigo trails through snow melted in the spring;
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we will leave amethyst candies by the night porch
and farther, crowned with may, beyond the moon-splashed grasses stray for the moonbyrd who has flown high now

and lo! above the rose gardens,
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to Edgar Allen Poe and those who loved him

mirage like from a distance stray
the figments of a happier day
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we are the circus behind our eyes
the pink or peach ballet of blind words
candlelight in the sun
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to Valerie

I'm ruled paper cray pas as thick as old
paste-with-a-brush I love so much the
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to the green memory of Federico Garcia-Lorca

the green moon still in eclipse.
a mantle breaks out into roses overnight.
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[on the shunning of lyrical poetry
by later schools of thought (or thoughtlessness) ]

maybe they will shun
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dream, she sighed and dipped her wand in starlight
over the castle, the drawbridge, moat and all.
dream, she cried, a long, long time
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the sword in the stone. the jewel in its setting.
a flicker of light they lightly said through a turgid wood.
old legends.
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