Donald Evans
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Born with a monocle he stares at life,
And sends his soul on pensive promenades;
He pays a high price for discarded gods,
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Wistfully shimmering, shamelessly wise and weak,
He lives in pawn, pledging a battered name;
He loves his failures as one might love fame,
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He polished snubs till they were regnant art,
Curling their shameless toilets round the hour.
Each lay upon his lips an exquisite flower
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Some must be sober then to grow the vine,
And some to tread the press; others to sell
The fluid flame that lights the invisible,
And pours over fear a purple anodyne-
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There was a snake in the gutter-
She was positive of that.
It had shown its head twice until the snow had forced it back-
When it snowed it was good for begging, too;
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Donald Evans Biography
Donald Evans (July 24, 1884 - May 26, 1921) was an American poet, publisher, music critic and journalist. Born in Philadelphia, he worked in newspapers from 1904 to 1915. Evans was educated at Haverford College. He married Leah Winslow in 1907, and later divorced her. A second marriage, to Esther Porter, began in 1918. Evans enlisted to fight in World War I in May 1917. He served as a sergeant. Associated with the avant-garde scene of Greenwich Village, his works relate a strong sense of irony as well as his own personal bohemianism, coupled with the deep influence of 1890s aestheticism. Somewhat comparable to fellow bohemian poet Maxwell Bodenheim, many stories about his bohemian lifestyle circulated. Evans single-handedly founded and managed the Claire Marie press, intending to publish "New Books for Exotic Tastes". He stated its goals as thus, "Claire Marie believes there are in America seven hundred civilized people only. Claire Marie publishes books for civilized people only. Claire Marie's aim, it follows from the premises, is not even secondarily commercial." Evans was an early admirer of Gertrude Stein. He first published her Tender Buttons in 1914. His works include 1914's Sonnets from the Patagonian, 1916's Two Deaths in the Bronx and 1919's Ironica. It is suspected that Evans' death in 1921 was a suicide)
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En Monocle
Born with a monocle he stares at life,
And sends his soul on pensive promenades;
He pays a high price for discarded gods,
And then regilds them to renew their strife.
His calm moustache points to the ironies,
And a faun-colored laugh sucks in the night,
Full of the riant mists that turn to white
In brief lost battles with banalities.
Masters are makeshifts, and a path to tread
For blue pumps that are ardent for the air;
Features are fixtures when the face is fled,
And we are left to the husks of tarnished hair;
But he is one who lusts uncomforted
To kiss the naked phrase quite unaware.
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