Self Reflecting In The Mirror Of Malevich Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I stand in a circle of weeping light
An inscription from a poem I wrote
On the subject of Malevich
Where is that light and its migration
I wonder now in an altered nation
Thinking of the sweep of time
A little
But mostly still
Of Malevich.
In the square of night
So unresolved;
My metaphor plays on and on
Mostly in my cloud dream head
Mostly I am still unread
But in my heart fond music streams
For my remembered heart wept gleams.
Mary angela douglas 4 february 2024