again, to Diana Vreeland
Why don't you...
drink coffee with cream in it from the long ago
when you were living in the Milky Way...
watch carriages come and go and lined in cherry silk,
from a high window...
at purple twilight wear Tweed cologne
in a polka dot dress splashed gold and vermillion
declaim the poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins
or hop a bus on a pink and blue White Night
thinking of old Rus and bartered fairy tales
and Venice, when Mandelstam was young
and all the glory
of the Poetry to come
and warble Christmas carols
from a summer pier
and wear the soul's light mercy
for the more than anguished years.
mary angela douglas 3 october 2021
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