Poems by Donald Evans

And she was sad since she could not be sad,
And every star fled amorous from the sky.
Her pamp...

I. STARS OF PARIS--IN APRIL OF A THURSDAY IN THE MORNING We have lain
Breast to breast,
Brain...

Gay and audacious crime glints in his eyes,
And his mad talk, raping the commonplace,
Gleefu...

For his soul when homeless then is at home,
And in a paradise where shadows wane
He draws drol...

My darling, you write me charming letters from your bed,
They caress me, and the darkness cov...

Her hidden smile was full of little breasts,
And with her too white hands she stroked her fears...

I. AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BOTTLE As my chin pressed against the arm
Of the amiable Hildegarde
I ...

I. BODY OF THE QUEEN Suave body of the Queen, she gave me you,
Misting in still, warm rains ...

And when discovery marred the best disguise
He winced a sigh, bowed to a spoiled deceit,
And ...

Some must be sober then to grow the vine,
And some to tread the press; others to sell
The flui...

He saw there was no choice to left or right--
Time that had marked him for the least of sages
P...

Across the rotting pads in the lily lake
Her gesture floated toward the iris bed,
Wrapped in a...

Born with a monocle he stares at life,
And sends his soul on pensive promenades;
He pays a hi...

I. TERRACE As they sat sipping their glasses in the courtyard
Of the Hotel de la Tigresse Verte...

I. TWO MODERN LOVERS The lovers seek the boudoir--
Awkward and amorous,
Excited but emotionle...