I Lost the Colors of Giotto
I LOST THE COLORS OF GIOTTO
I lost the colors of Giotto:
the steady pouring of
earnest angels; the
forerunning fuchsia
of generations of light
and fountaining ardor.
I lost the sorrowless
carmine quiet, the
rectitude of stars lapped
in lapis lazuli
the indigo stairwell of clouds.
I lost the olive branching, the
sweet cerulean days; the small
birds gathered in the lemon wind;
I lost my place at the shell pink window
and grieved for the shimmering ladder,
misplaced;
through the vacant castle I sought so many things
but the way was fused I lost
the sunset aureoles
the unchastening wing
then it seemed that I lost Earth
and all my tears flowed upwards
in the Space where you were not: I lost
the sundial in the shade
of your last rose
mary angela douglas 5 june 2009
poem by Mary Douglas
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