are we just ruled by thieves then
thieves of a finer light
that we must scrounge for the honeycomb
the amethyst bees in flight
are we just ruled.
it's difficult to find out
after many a marigold day
the telegram they sent you
has somehow been mislaid
embroideries that you finished
that brought the pale green rains
must now be done all over
under a watchful disdain.
I will leave the party
I will wander far
far from palace gossip
in beauty's foreign car
in a rose lined carriage
in my satin shoes
in my dress of pale bright silk
my gloves of latin hues.
far from all the scoundrels
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and the evening news.
pitch the pennies forward
let them be of gold
Ill turn back like Whittington
my blue lined dreams unfold.
basted to a pattern
never bought or sold
in the navy evening
with a pearl whorled sound
speak with all the angels
when God is still around.
yonder is the lattice
and the garden close
there the attic of the stars
and infinite repose.
I will find it shortly
in the bridesmaid night
there I will remember
all the former flights
all the hopes of music
and the hydrangean skies
truth still like a chiming bell
where there are no lies.
mary angela douglas 20 april 2020; rev.14 may 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
all the hopes of music and the hydrangean skies truth still like a chiming bell where there are no lies........nice expression. Beautiful poem.