Mary Angela Douglas Poems

my shield my sun my Light of lights
my kingdom come my flight from flight
discerned, unearned in every age
my Tree of dreams
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the poor are made to pay for the benefits from the government

through scorn and mockery and condescension and the blame blame game
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falling off the world we came to see
the underside of clouds
the breathing of leaves
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KIND GHOSTS

kind ghosts beckon from the gathering blue
or leave behind a crystal shoe
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tell me how to be in the world
I wish I had said to the auburn squirrel
playing in the trees out the library window
when it jumped too far from the next branch over
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after some time

spending all your days
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sometimes within us, an interstellar light

floods the flood plains of our inner sight
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the poem I love chimes out of Time
impossible to be mistaken for something else
small brushstroke before the venerable mountainin a silken
wind,
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when the ground gives way

we walk in dreams
hopscotching over the earthquake seams
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remember when the school readers used to hold

a suffusion of fairy tales and rocket ships
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