there are the hedges of snow-
of the incontrovertible uses of
clouds
of scriptures recalled in dreams
and not found yet on earth
this is the instep of silence
a double to the white
rose of Dante an
aperture to the stars
and non-commercial space-
my feeling my words Your
grace
mary angela douglas 13 july 2003; 27 september 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem