Evelyn Scott Poems

I am lost in the vast cave of night.
No sound but the far-off tinkle of stars,
And the cry of a bird
Muffled in shadows.
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Black brooms of trees sweep the sky clean;
Sweep the house fronts,
And heave them bleak in sleep.
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The moon is as complacent as a frog.
She sits in the sky like a blind white stone,
And does not even see Love
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Where I used to be
I could hear the sea.
The black ragged palm fronds flung themselves against the twilight sky.
The moon stared up from the water like a fish's eye.
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Crystal columns,
When they bend they crack;
Brittle souls,
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Life wriggles in and out
Through the narrow ways
And circuitous passages:
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Along the shore
A black net of branches
Tangles the pulpy yellow lamps.
The shell-colored sky is lustrous with the fading sun.
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The thin hill pushes against the mist.
Its fading defiance sounds in the umber and red of autumn leaves.
Like a dead arm around a warm throat
Is the sagging embrace of the river
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In the rain
Rows of street lamps are saints in bright garments
That flow long with the bend of knees.
They lift pale heads nimbussed with golden spikes.
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From cliffs of houses,
Sunlit windows gaze down upon me
Like undeniable eyes,
Millions of bronze eyes,
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