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mary douglas Poems
The Library Of One
the library of one where green leaves shuttled through. pink clouds.
Canticle to Robin Williams
for Robin Williams (July 21,1951-August 11,2014) 'send not to know for whom the bell tolls' -John Donne
In The Theatre Of Roses I Took My Seat
in the theatre of roses I took my seat. of course the cushions were rose velvet. now we begin.
Last Minute Christmas Eve 1964
last minute drugstore gifts are best for pure excitement! someone's sure to want just one more box of chocolate covered cherries-
to Juan Ramon Jimenez (1881-1958) Juan Ramon standing amid blue flowers did not hear me calling
In The Shoemaker's Shop
[once more, to The Brothers Grimm] how marvelous it seemed to you then the cobbler asleep at his bench
Waiting For The Light To Change
waiting for the light to change small things occur to you and the bees of drizzle gather under your umbrella walk, flickers the ivoried, don't cross yells the sign in
Department Store Christmas Window,1958
oh christmas window in the downtown area where the dolls move from side to side carefully pouring their infinite tea;
In The Looking Glass, It Began To Snow
in the looking glass, it began to snow the snow covered up your eyes your
Alice In A Dream Of What Was Melting, Ev...
in dreams we are never sure of the place: it could be this or another one. geography dissolves.
You Should Have Been Painted In A Lilac ...
you should have been painted in a lilac mist looking out to sea yet- holding the sea within.
courting the fair lost wonder of the skies the ghosts of English poets stood out in the rain wondering what happened to the world edged all around in gold;
Oh, Fasten The Moon With A Small Pearl H...
to my mother breaking off pieces of the stars, she tried not to cry. and this is for you, and half of it, for your sister.
My Faberge Egg Is Hatching Little Stars
my faberge egg is hatching little stars, cut crystal- whole cherry orchards unrazed
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
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The Library Of One
the library of one
where green leaves shuttled through.
the shelves reach to starlight
out of sight when all inspectors come.
rose-leaved, the pages turn as
though in a garden-
cinematic to a fault.
softly the archangels quench all interruption.
for the library of one
who went to work
on the meanest bus
and worked for churls
typing up their manuscripts.
mary angela douglas 4 february 2015