Mary Angela Douglas Poems

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541.
Your Nose In A Book Or: A Kingdom Far From Here

your nose is always in a book they sneer
in every language on earth; at you:
who, long since have fled from them
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542.
As If The Sun Had Words

for Piper Laurie-
in the alternate gardens of no cinema yet revealed-
on her irreplaceable voice and its musicality-
her incarnations spun of glass, substantially appearing,
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543.
For James Joyce At The Beginning Of Days, Or Near It

in the after winds of her, Maria Stella,
he sees the small ships rise,
the silver and the rubied and the dimming
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544.
For Trilby My Ruby-Eyed Stick Horse, Wandering

to Trilby, the ruby-eyed: long may you ride!
my pearl bright stick horse, across the grasslands
where the myths abide; the good ones with
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545.
Summer Music, Fireworks Melting The Ice Cream

it's the colour of ice cream on the curb
our summer moonlight we've grown fond of
half in and out of a vanilla dream dreamed
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546.
Papier Mache, How Lovely Was The World

to Sharon

papier mache, how lovely was the world
when you were small: hand-painted in
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547.

'I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries
I want to sleep the dream of that child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.'
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548.
My Grandfather In Broadmoor, Little Rock (Circa 1962)

to Mr. and Mrs. Milton B. Young

an orangeade sunset cools behind the trees
of viridian green so thickly laid on
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549.
The Long Goodbye To The Horse Thieves

(my sweet doves, leave the cults in droves)

{after Dante]
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550.
Relevance/All These Bright Soldiers Falling In The Mist

to Sidney Lanier, the American Keats (1842-1881)

is it too late to let you know
the green shade in your marshes
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