Dolorifuge Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Lovely in meaning the word coined by Hardy
To the fury of his reviewers
A word of satin and honey a balm upon the miseries
In music kin to me, for me, a fugue
A fugue that softens grief one thinks of Bach
Illimitably beautiful oh my dolor what quenches you
The far flung fountains of the Spirit
Have come to be through a word so blessed
Like water spring water gushing from the rocks
Of all my restiveness.
mary angela douglas 15 july 2024