(for Sara Teasdale, all her songs remembered)
because I knew that beauty should reign
I have tried again and again
to thread my needle with the quasered light
of even one star
and walked through all uncertainty
to find the stillness You decreed
the linnet breaching the linen skies.
all things hidden, in disguise
through mendacious enterprise
suddenly revealed to me the endless dreaming
of the white orchards of cloud strewn moonlight.
now in the twilight of poetry perhaps the children
have forgotten me
but beauty survives.
mary angela douglas 11 january 2021
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