To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost in their own way: the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Douglas.
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Thursday, December 25, 2014
[to Rainer Maria Rilke and his angels]
this- glazing of angels
melting of Chartres.
this- herd of winged colours:
lightenings of mint and rose.
edged in deep lemon, inside of a Shell?
a shell of blazing quiet assailed by shimmering.
and if it has a name, whose is it?
who are you etching in icy skies
these violet banded flights
outside the frightened houses
drawing back, as if they could, and chalked in white
as if to mark the place excessive Beauty ranged:
raveling and strange: the Distant Heart's glissandos, ringed with snow
mary angela douglas 25 december 2014;last two lines added 26 december 2014