Icons

(A POEM I WROTE IN COLLEGE IN SEPTEMBER OF 1970 WHICH SEEMS TO PREDICT THE BURNING OF NOTRE DAME CATHEDRAL IN APRIL OF 2019)

ICONS

alone.

I fold within, suspend my moon-paled wings

   to mourn

            the undreamed flight

            the music no

   one

           hears

           cathedrals rupture

           with the inside windows

screaming

           burns through me

           these broken bells

           these birds hurled

flaming

       through the citrus

            dark

            

            mirror

                     kaleidoscopes

                                            to mirror

           contemplative, I

                         break only, rage

                 at beauty clouded (medium dash)

                     and your image

undisclosed (long dash)

Angela Douglas September 22, 1970

Fontbonne College

St. Louis