Somewhere An April Star Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.
-Sara Teasdale

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[for Sara Teasdale, poetess]


somewhere an April star could chime
the name of Sara Teasdale.
name of quiet.

name of flame.
made of shadows in the rain
weeping over the beautiful.

your poems were sung
then grew from fashion.
you wrote cloudier poems

and turned from girlhood's fancies
charmed to stone.
sara, the winds sang all alone

when you weren't there.
sara, your poems would call you back
from everywhere

till the next star chimes in Time
with ever the green of earth imbued.
such poets now are few,

Sara.

mary angela douglas 23 october 2015