Mary Angela Douglas
Mary Angela Douglas Poems
|1601.||I Wrote On A Page Of Light||4/9/2016|
|1602.||Last Minute Christmas Eve 1964||12/22/2014|
|1603.||A Sparkling Ensued||8/24/2014|
|1606.||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...
You Were That Child
you wanted a rose red sign from God
His signature rose
so many times
on the way home or to and fro or the mist clearing just
as you hit the service road to hike to the early morning
bus with that chill air still nightfall everywhere
Orion visible, your leading star.