The Poets Behold From Heaven Their Words Ploughed Under Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

to James Larkin Pearson

teetering on the edge of silence,
will we fall through a magic web
or through the mirrors of the

only, possible?

your children forget to dream
but they are good at science;
if science forgets to dream...

concluding in colored chalks,
I will never!
and nothing needs to be proved.

teetering on the edge of silence
we inhaled deeply
the sharp winds

made of stars

mary angela douglas 5 august 2014

Note on the Poem: 'ploughed under' basic definition: 'to cause to vanish under something piled up' emphasis on the to cause to vanish portion, image of the plough significant in the life and poetry of James Larkin Pearson, second poet laureate of North Carolina whom Upton Sinclair called 'the cornfield Keats'-

and what you may ask are the archeological layers 'piled up' on top of the poet's words and those of his tribe: you name it. And by his tribe I mean all those rustic American poets (of which he may very well be the purest example) who were not ashamed of their heartfelt sentiment toward home, toward country, and, in Mr. Larkin's case, the earth itself.