I want to find the gold lining of the lines
thought Ellen Terry while the world is mine-
and do blossoms fall down the balcony scene
or is it the shadow of snows to come
freezing the heart suddenly?
I could turn to other things
housekeeping, the stars,
keeping the galaxies in order
except that the draperies of odd speeches
will not leave me until I dream them all aloud.
forgive me Shakespeare:
anyone at all caught sliding down the banisters
of the fustian stage should realize
Time cannot be cheated of
the best role in the end
who puts to sleep
ah very deeply through negligent ages
oh dearth of merriment and the greenwood
rhymes-can no one hear?
the golden lining of all the lines
I have ever found on earth.
mary angela douglas 5 february 2014
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