Evelyn Scott


After Youth - Poem by Evelyn Scott

Oh, that mysterious singing sadness of youth!
Exotic colors in the lamplit darkness of wet streets,
Musk and roses in the twilight,
The moon in the park like a golden balloon ...

Then to awaken and find the shadows fled,
The music gone ...
Empty, bleak!
My soul has grown very small and shriveled in my body.
It no longer looks out.
It rattles around,
And inside my body it begins to look,
Staring all around inside my body,
Like a crab in a crevice,
Staring with bulging eyes
At the strange place in which it finds itself.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 8, 2015



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