Forever Unable To See The Stars As They Were Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

after reading Rilke I thought now we are

embroidered on his far distances, not our own, ,

the encroaching stars


the angels at Eden

where it all burst into bloom

Rilke, the trees whispered then


and the wind arose the interstellar

space the unutterable bridge.has flowered between us:

the collapses endured in childhood, winged.


oh how will we sing this, forever translating hymn

his song upon song enfolded

vast, petals of the Rose...


infolding now in us, but first,

in him.


mary angela douglas 18 march 2018