[to John Keats and those who came later
quoting the rose they
stumbled through the thickets
thick with the mists of faerie
who will say how their stories
ended in the sere days in the
days without mercy
quoting the rose they
rose to stand, to walk, to fly
through thickets of waking buds,
innumerable suns and on the cusp
of learning learning
everything by heart
Again
mary angela douglas 3 august 2013
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