Mary Angela Douglas
Mary Angela Douglas Poems
|1641.||Finding The Things In The Picture||2/25/2016|
|1643.||The Letter You Write To The End Of The World||9/16/2016|
|1644.||Taken Into Account, Obscurely Dreamed||11/30/2016|
|1645.||Though No One Pays Me To||7/3/2016|
|1646.||Meditation On The Children Of Lir||7/25/2017|
|1648.||Face To Face With Reality, As They Say||10/27/2018|
|1649.||Maybe One Day We'll All Go Back To Oz||11/21/2018|
|1652.||We Are All Unlikely People||11/15/2016|
|1653.||True Reading Is First Reading||8/28/2014|
|1655.||In The Shoemaker's Shop||8/30/2014|
|1656.||And This Is Music||2/17/2016|
|1657.||I Wrote On A Page Of Light||4/9/2016|
|1658.||Last Minute Christmas Eve 1964||12/22/2014|
|1659.||A Sparkling Ensued||8/24/2014|
|1662.||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...
we will gather up the moonlight so that our lamps won't go out
and leave every night
like the twelve princessess in the fairy tale
who wore out their embroidered slippers
dancing in twilight blue dungeons.
we will cross the lake and it is torchlit