Alice Evans Poems

It's late November;
My root cellar is bare.
Bleak winter approaches
And living is spare.
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Two loves I've had for half my life -
Do I favor one? I'll name no names.
One of you is a diamond.
A rainbow blazes: green, blue, violet,
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We skim a silken surface;
And when the sheer swell parts,
A few swirly to the mysteries
Unfathomed by our arts.
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I have heard again the talk of limiting the Bomb,
Miles and miles of talk to shroud thought of the flash
That would turn our minds to cinder and to ash
As the imagined earth.
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One April evening I was thirsty,
For I'd picked flowers in the fields all afternoon
Until the sun slanted long shadows from the trees.

You sold lemonade. 'How much? ' I asked.
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