how happy I was on certain cerise afternoons
reading Chekov's Cherry Orchards endlessly
up to the point the first axe felled...
for me perhaps for you in your Heavenly dacha
watching the lacework clouds
the sound of the axe is stilled
and the cherry orchards bloom
and bloom. I send this note to you
if it may be
your saints would entertain the thought to pass it on
as couriers of song
no matter what happened in Russia later on
at least on your earlier pages the orchards remain.
this is the power of literature
I think.while History's plunging off the brink,
it is still...still
surrendered to blossoms of pink.
mary angela douglas 22 july 2018
reading Chekov's Cherry Orchards endlessly
up to the point the first axe felled...
for me perhaps for you in your Heavenly dacha
watching the lacework clouds
the sound of the axe is stilled
and the cherry orchards bloom
and bloom. I send this note to you
if it may be
your saints would entertain the thought to pass it on
as couriers of song
no matter what happened in Russia later on
at least on your earlier pages the orchards remain.
this is the power of literature
I think.while History's plunging off the brink,
it is still...still
surrendered to blossoms of pink.
mary angela douglas 22 july 2018
