Mary Angela Douglas Poems

I dreamed of a landscape in prussian blue and gold.
was it the castle at the top of the world
I wondered;
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[on the paintings of Grant Wood,
and on David Lynch's lovely film The Staight Story
and on Iowa, itself, forever]
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perhaps it is just a thing
wishing to be made
and then, precipitate
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you had it locked up
the penny locket that cried
in a silver box
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[after Pavlova]

swan on the similar waters
I have seen you shine
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the order in which it occurred to me;
not History.
since this is a personal essay and
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[a prayer at the present time]

once I waited till dawn
for one white word from You.
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[to Ray Bradbury (again) ]

somewhere kneeling on a dandelion shore
like old explorers coming home
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we will paste stars on the ceilings
and call this Heaven or
stare pointedly at the children
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[to Eugene Field]

missing the door to Dreamland
maybe we got in through the window
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