Sally Evans

Rookie - 17 Points (1942 / London)

Sally Evans
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Born London, brought up in the north of England. Has lived in Scotland since 1979, in Callander since 2000.
Widely published poet in books and magazines, editor of Poetry Scotland and diehard poetry books.
Gardener and beekeeper
website www.desktopsallye.com
all Sally's poems posted here have been previously published in books, magazines, anthologies, webzines or as part of public projects more »

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  • Rookie Daryl Alexander (12/24/2013 7:20:00 PM)

    Lovely poem on Xmas eve. You are a truly gifted writer. Thank you.

  • Rookie - 468 Points Sheena Blackhall (12/30/2011 2:58:00 PM)

    Sally Evans, as editor of Poetry Scotland Magazine works tirelessly to promote the work of fellow poets and give them a platform. How wonderful to see her own poems on the global scene!

  • Rookie Dennis Cooper (12/25/2011 7:50:00 AM)

    Nice tribute to Ginsberg et all

  • Rookie Beverly Scofield (12/24/2011 8:48:00 PM)

    Sally Evans, you are a delight and a wonder! You poem had me reading breathlessly and with a growing smile on my face. Thank you.

  • Rookie - 63 Points John Raubenheimer (12/24/2011 6:59:00 PM)

    How good to be sent 33 Lines For Ginsberg on Christmas Eve... with its echoes and resonances of the sixties and the poets I was exploring then, Ginsberg yes and people like Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Denise Levertov... Strength to your pen.

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Best Poem of Sally Evans

Gently The Woodsorrel And The Dove

Gently the woodsorrel and the dove
evoked wide glades of memory
to share my quest across the sea,
a world-floor I could float above,
a world-bush filled with scent so fine
birds lost their minds to music, leaves
opened to flat plates in the breeze
on which lay food, and coins, and wine.

And from my carpet of wood sorrel
I importuned the gods above
to tell me if these gifts were mine,
mine to give or mine to take,
mine to pluck for true love's sake,
safe in the glade where memory shone
where the dove's mate and the flowers had gone,
and ...

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