That Beauty Might Not Fail

to Edna St. Vincnet Millay

that beauty might not fail
perhaps she came, allusively
to stand between the tulip trees

in the early photograph

as if at the border of sound and spirit,
to linger there.
pouring sonnets from a silver pitcher

unerring, into the golden.
to say as each moment crystalized
how could I hold this

note forever yet
light,, cannot fail

to be memorialized here;
the impassioned soul made real.
beyond scant fear scanned

a construct never to be diminished, scarred

though all we feel on earth though the heart be marred
remains unfinished
it was where we were

mary angela douglas 13 july 2019