That Beauty Might Not Fail Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

to Edna St. Vincnet Millay



that beauty might not fail

perhaps she came, allusively

to stand between the tulip trees



in the early photograph



as if at the border of sound and spirit,

to linger there.

pouring sonnets from a silver pitcher



unerring, into the Golden.

to say as each moment crystallized

how could I hold this



note forever yet

light, , cannot fail



to be memorialized here;

the impassioned soul made real.

beyond scant fear scanned



a construct never to be diminished, scarred



though all we feel on earth though the heart be marred

remains unfinished

it was where we were



mary angela douglas 13 july 2019