Poems by Donald Evans

He had hunted for it to the alley's end,
Yet when he found the jade vase he was sad,
Low-puls...

The sodden stretches of the months of pregnancy
Had had but one green orchid;
That was their s...

She was tired to tears, and yet there were no tears,
Only the dead seas of indifference
Meeti...

Like a long winding-sheet unrolled
Across the garden snow is spread,
And silent in the midnigh...

Beauty in a woman is a moving thing,
Yet sometimes just the patient lack of it
Will pierce the...

Amid the pathos of the decay of character
I have found the highroad leading to an income,
And ...

I. IRIS It was better so
When you did not know--
A short while ago. You are kind indee...

He had for years been denuding himself of facts;
He lived in the heart of the city, but he elu...

We are alone; the marriage-knot is fast;
The door is closed against the world outside.
Nothing...

The fictive tear he holds in reverence,
And studies heady griefs that wash the cheek;
It is a...

'Tis cold in my heart as the woods are cold,
Where the bleak trees quake in the bitter wind.
T...

There was a snake in the gutter--
She was positive of that.
It had shown its head twice until t...

It is Easter morning,
And my beloved, with a quaint belated zeal,
Has fled the city
To hunt...

Her flesh was lyrical and sweet to flog,
For the whip blanched her blood, though every vein
F...

Forgetting her mauve vows the Fania fled,
Taking away her moonlight scarves with her--
There w...