For JZ Schafer
My friend wrote a poem with blue emeralds in it
There are no blue emeralds in nature
scattered entries say blue green perhaps with the
Green a dominant chord
But now they exist in his poem
How can I not sigh
I wish I had thought of them myself
But never mind
The significant thing is this
From his poem they shine
And shine
And shine
He was meant to find them
I am content to know of them;
Happy as a chirping yellow bird that
Now they are immortal
In the fairy tale lexicon
Of mysterious imaginings.
mary angela douglas 23 april 2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem