the froth of her dress was like a small sea
or something branched as flowers can be
in the spring or starlight caught in a looking
glass. oh how can you ask me
who only stood at the door and gaped
and counted for riff raff in the end.
green I would say if you asked me at ten
but then again maybe turquoise laced with
galaxies but in the afternoon
she stood in her bare toes dressed like a rose
in rose, I know, being her fellow servant
and her friend
such beauty will not grace again
a thousand, thousand balls
not even by royal invitation.
insipid nations crowd the board
and swear off fairy tales.
proud of their ragged boats
washed stem to stern in ordinary time
and have not learned to measure music measureless.
beauty must be cherished said the ghost
or it will dim is all old poets say, or said
and nearly wept at this
and so did I in the world of the dead
waking too late in the day.
mary angela douglas 8 july 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty must be cherished- beautiful.