Tears Of The First Magnitude Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Tears Of The First Magnitude
tears of the first magnitude,
the second, the third,
filling the terraces
of night, dark night, and
darkest night.
in a more and more intricate
dream, I woke up, still
weeping in my dream, tears
of the first magnitude and
the second, and the third...
mary angela douglas 15 december 1997
Monday, September 25, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,night,tears
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