Mary Angela Douglas Poems

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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in this workbook you will learn
how to tell apples from oranges
how to slice the pie among five
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the rose held in the mind is fairer
where it always shines
and perfect from the stem
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going away is dying said the snows to the hills
and the hills cried
this we called melting
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she lifts the lid on the box of day
and it comes out blue,
with silver linings
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orange crush grape crush
who has a crush on sodas
in the sum sum summertime
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[to my mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas
and to my sister, Sharon Foster Douglas]

clear this space! I heard the Angel thunder
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fairy tale borders I painted on the walls
I printed in the halls
the coat closets in the apartment of my dreams
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it's washing out my water coloured sky
she turned aside to cry when the rains occurred
and the dolls seemed sympathetic to her words.
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