Blake Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

Blake

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to William Blake

I saw you walking
the hills of green,
angels on either side of you, conversing

and cherry-bought bells resounding.
in the dove-sought skies such flame-tinged
clouds appearing:

sheer cirrus roses-
and you were so happy with an inkstained smile-
peeling a scroll of topaz from

a frayed coat pocket,
meant for the martyred poets.
you said: don't cry anymore
all consternation's fled; don't cry:
no rose is dead.

art is a shining ship, delivered:
the choken river's spanned;
the mocking charter's been revoked.

annointed sounds are spoken
into a halcyoned rainbow shell.

they hoped your vision was a sinking sun
marked by three crosses on a stolen hill,
but the day is a flower endlessly fluted;

and cut in crystal now
where tygers keep their radiant promise-
where darkness is banished

to a farther castle and the
Face of the Lamb is so revealed
whenever we are speaking
our sheer unfiltered gold

and we realize
we are still alive, my
bartered friend

a bright wind drives your
mended sails toward home
with the diamond husk of every poem,
received:

and all your trees are filled with singing
where nothing, nothing is a bane
how

blazingly the light
of every song, remains-

mary angela douglas 21-22 may,2009

Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: Poets
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 12 October 2019

a frayed coat pocket, meant for the martyred poets. you said: don't cry anymore all consternation's fled; don't cry: no rose is dead. beautiful, simply beautiful. tony

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Jaya Agarwal 13 February 2018

I saw you walking the hills of green: Beautiful thinking process- 10

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Mary Angela Douglas

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Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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