Mary Angela Douglas
Mary Angela Douglas Poems
|1521.||We Are All Unlikely People||11/15/2016|
|1524.||True Reading Is First Reading||8/28/2014|
|1525.||In The Shoemaker's Shop||8/30/2014|
|1526.||And This Is Music||2/17/2016|
|1527.||Last Minute Christmas Eve 1964||12/22/2014|
|1528.||I Wrote On A Page Of Light||4/9/2016|
|1531.||The Names Of Things||2/3/2017|
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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...
There Are Many Rooms
there are many rooms
but only one soul
there are many scenes
on your revolving stage
there is a curtain that
blows in and out
if you cross the room