Poetry Strikes With Lightning The Tree Of Sadness Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Poetry Strikes With Lightning The Tree Of Sadness
For Emily Dickinson
So had the cloud wept itself out of being
Rain that tipped the trees of winter's unbloom
So had the skies emeshed with a glittery wonder
Spiraled in purple throughout the childhood room
That dreams would come, a vertigo at the Poles
A rush of words stamping like horses of gold
A sign and a seal of more than was real
a music of starlight and stone.
mary angela douglas 27 december 2023
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