Tuesday, July 31, 2007


[to Sara Teasdale]

this word flows away like music
this word flows away
into a farther heaven of


snow like a trackless
deeper silence this
bird flies away

this leaf drifts away like
music this leaf
drifts away

under a brand, a singing
rapture, singed by no questions

this wind melts away
into a greeness never
visioned, into no one's


into no one's least revision
and no ocean's bay-

mary angela douglas 25 april 2004