Mary Angela Douglas Poems

I'm in the rosarium-solarium,
rose arbor, rose harbour wearing
my new rose dress and
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my diversionary tactical diversions do not work
I sobbed to the map of ice cream colours
handed out at school
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I thought about the life of colours,
a lot to think of there
God's Paintbox
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they say even molecules change their behavior
when they are watched.
perhaps they don't want to be
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sometime I'd like to
live under a snowbank
until Spring and
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[for Suzanne Farrell]

she breaks into flowers when she turns
in tulle of white violet
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impermanent pressed my snow skies fold
above a line of liquid gold in the chill a.m.
I hear the crank and sighs; the steam rise,
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[to the Lord Jesus, the only once and future, King
and to Poetry]

Holy Mary, Mother of the sequined Light
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perfumes smiled from the flowers
on your finer days.
and you were always finding
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let them scuttle away with their pincers
into the pink sands those who want you to
wash their dishes forever etc.
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