Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Elsewhere, Again

[to Walter De La Mare (again)]

may be... under the pale green
budding of a word
we will find you biding

as you bode on earth

in the house not made
except of clouds, of mists
of the falling of one dewdrop down

an antique stillness
will we be different then
I want to ask

offering you an acorn full of rain
it is not the same as it ever was on earth
I heard you say

and felt 
a shifting of the pale green wind
lifting you from the Here
an alteration of the stars

or merely, afternoon

and then your moon let slip
one violet tear

mary angela douglas 10 february 2015