LET US BE HAPPY FOR BEAUTY ITSELF

 

LET US BE HAPPY FOR BEAUTY ITSELF

Let us be happy for Beauty itself

Even when it eludes us

Even when it settles, far snows or flowering plum

And unattainably glistens

And sings and sings

While we grow mute

Then let us sing silence,

Let us sing pre language

Feathering its nest

With slow syllables

Crystalizing into the honeycomb.

mary angela douglas 20 april 2024