This Strange And Transient Hour

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Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

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Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

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(cradlesong for Titania)

this strange and transient hour

we are here

in fleece of snow or flower

that will disappear

has - Something -

lit within it like a dew drop tear-

lingering, to bear as away,

in any mysterious year.

mary angela douglas 22 october 2018

Mary Angela Douglas

Monday, October 22, 2018

Topic(s) of this poem: mystery

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Kumarmani Mahakul 27 October 2018

Mystery is lingering to bear the fleece of snow or flower. The transient hour gives us strange feelings. Beauty motivates mind and gives pleasant perception. An excellent poem is beautifully and excellently penned.10

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Bill Cantrell 22 October 2018

A very pleasant and lifting poem...just beautiful! !

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