Beauty Remembers The Poet Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

we've saved a lot of gold in the cloud banks today
dreamed the painters down-at-elbow
half asleep

before it seeped through and children said
but we don't remember it being there, before
now the small birds fling themselves against the

stars and it doesn't seem so far from here to there.
and we will prop our ladders against the skies
to gather the golden apples Yeats loved so.

perhaps he will shake the tree of Heaven
oh, just this once, he sighed from far away.
and she was happy with all that glaced fruit

heaped up at her wandering feet
in the silvered over grasses
somewhere clear

mary angela douglas 20 july 2014