Mary Angela Douglas Poems

once we had roots of gold, dreams of gold, light,
peach light, the light of long ago stars
the clouds in magenta, the sudden flare of meteors,
autumns, the berries in cream
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do we live useful lives

to say the beautiful things
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remember when the school readers used to hold

a suffusion of fairy tales and rocket ships
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to come into the world, to leave like snow
like leaves that blow is this a thing to wish
perhaps most devoutly
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things that remain:
the recollection of the rain,
the sun through the screen door.
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finding the door behind the door
we smiled in the garden
and were free of the mountain passages
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dream heads upon the chopping blocks
or delved into we manage in the day to day
to hide our tears in the deluge
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IF I LOSE THE WHITE SUN

if I lose the white sun
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by next Spring you won't feel this way

when the flower snows lift off in the winds from the trees
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to whom do words belong I cried
not to the prevaricating to the
ones with mocking eyes.
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