Metamorphoses Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[to Sara Teasdale]

this word flows away like music
this word flows away
into a farther heaven of

whiteness

snow like a trackless
deeper silence this
bird flies away

this leaf drifts away like
music this leaf
drifts away

under a brand, a singing
rapture, singed by no questions
half-unanswered

this wind melts away
into a greeness never
visioned, into no one's

wilderness
what more could you
sing or say

into no one's least revision
and no ocean's bay-

mary angela douglas 25 april 2004