Mary Angela Douglas Poems

in the aftermath of stars would we
have twirled like our spinning tops
in our skirts of pure iridescence
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music, foundation of empires I dreamed then

in the rattling days suddenly a clear space rose,
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maybe they want the beautiful to disappear
so that they may rule and reign, the trolls,
present under every bridge and you
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WHY IS HISTORY ALMOST ALWAYS

why is history almost always
taught as the history of everything terrible
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THERE WAS A LANGUAGE GREEN AS TREES

there was a language green as trees
in summer's ease, there was a language
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forgive me if I remain ignorant

of the routes of silk, of spices
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some days I just want to look at the land
at the bands of rain sweeping over it
in crystalline beading
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I see the patchwork on His stars
how He is holding us all together
in the supposed flood zones
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there is no wilderness

in which he will not write
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(on the music of Arvo Part)


yesterday you wrote
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