"This is my letter to the world..."
Emily Dickinson
I sent messages to the sun;
they melted.
to the seas,
where they dissolved.
to the clouds:
and they became rain.
I sent messages
as if they were rainbows,
mist, relief from pain
or roselike, in the gardens
of the earth.
or far from the flags
being furled.
I sent messages impearled
and radiant with dew
and they were flowers, birds, bells
pealing and pealing
and I carried them
over long deserts
as if they were stars
or kept them in jars
as if they were strawberry preserves;
or on my back,
even when I lacked
everything but them in the world.
and I wonder, where they have gone,
into what whirlwind
that no answer returns
mary angela douglas 14 may 2016
Emily Dickinson
I sent messages to the sun;
they melted.
to the seas,
where they dissolved.
to the clouds:
and they became rain.
I sent messages
as if they were rainbows,
mist, relief from pain
or roselike, in the gardens
of the earth.
or far from the flags
being furled.
I sent messages impearled
and radiant with dew
and they were flowers, birds, bells
pealing and pealing
and I carried them
over long deserts
as if they were stars
or kept them in jars
as if they were strawberry preserves;
or on my back,
even when I lacked
everything but them in the world.
and I wonder, where they have gone,
into what whirlwind
that no answer returns
mary angela douglas 14 may 2016
