Tundra, Perhaps The Silver Forests, Somewhere, Something Said Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

Tundra, Perhaps The Silver Forests, Somewhere, Something Said



to the poet Osip Mandelstam

'We live, not feeling the ground under our feet,
no one hears us more than a dozen steps away...'
-Osip Mandelstam

and to Lydia Chukovskaya

the white owl whittled the silence down:
who will comfort whom? who.
will anyone? who.

bright feathers descend
bright feathers descend
but there are no angels.

I thought, for a moment,
a foot on the snow: then I looked back:
the crunch of the silver pathways.

I only listened.
I did not know.
who. who whittled the white owl

covered in mists far whiter than he
and we're so far in the mists
who will ever hear our speaking

mary angela douglas 8 december 2014

Monday, December 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Nature
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Mary Angela Douglas

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Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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