Mary Angela Douglas Poems

the letter you write to the end of the world:
let it be painted in gold
on the eyelash of a second
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this is the solution, the pink titration I said
no, you never did
a voice chimed
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the beautiful day of never

clouded my dream
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[to Charlotte Bronte]

Dove grey is the unfolding sky
above the lucid dreaming of her soul,
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stop for a moment and read this poem.
let the greenery of it rustle in the wind
and there you are again can it be so:
that child you were a long time ago;
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to poetry

my lost unicorn wandered far
from the tattered tapestry, unseen
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their sunset transformations back
from men to birds
long have I pondered
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something the trees forgot to say
stayed with me throughout the day
in a pale green whispering.
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What if all the late night comedians

ate something funky and suddenly over night
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Wouldn't it be fine to be in silver dressed
As if you were the queen of light or water
I said to myself one night after homework
The school assembly that week
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