To Virginia Woolf, Again

"her hands moving beautifully through the teacups"
I read this line in a book by Virginia Woolf. it was her first one.
well; who could drown that line.

or others, cathedral lit.
the colorist, sublime.
did you ever read her really

I bite my tongue not to ask
her critics first and last
and I'm still wondering

about all of that.
I dont think you heard a word I said
I seem to hear her delicately peal and laugh

watching the inward rose bloom outward
far from Time at tea, with Lytton.

dressed in blue as the Heavens are blue
and in a bright mood ever.
her hands moving beautifully through

another page of wonder.
snow on snow.

mary angela douglas 8 february 2020