Poems by Evelyn Scott

The moon is a cool rose in a blue bowl.
There are no more birds.
The last leaf has fallen.
The...

Through the blue water of night
Rises the white bubble of silence--
Rises,
And breaks:
The ...

The drift of shadows on the mountainside,
Blue and purple gold!
Purple dust sifting through fi...

Gray old spinners,
Weaving with the crafty fibers of your souls;
Nothing was given you but th...

Old lady talks,
Spins from her lips
Warp and woof
Of teapots, tables, napery,
Sanitary to...

Like inexorable peace,
The mists march through the mountains.
One by one the grim peaks sink i...

Antiseptic smells that corrode the nostrils
Crumble me,
Eat me deep;
And my garments disinte...

As if all the birds rushed up in the air,
Fluttering;
Hoots, calls, cries.
I never knew su...

The silence tugs at my breast
With formless lips,
Like a heavy baby,
Attenuates me,
Draws ...

They stand
Stark as church spires;
Bare stalks
That will blossom
(Tomorrow perhaps)
Into fl...

Black brooms of trees sweep the sky clean;
Sweep the house fronts,
And heave them bleak in sl...

In the dark I can hear the patter.
Bare white feet are running across the water.
White feet as ...

Sap crashes suddenly through dead roots:
Sap that bites,
Harsh,
Impatient,
Bitter as gold...

Cloudy dawn flower unfolds;
Moon moth gyrates slowly;
Snow maiden lets down her hair,
And i...

I I have made you a child in the womb,
Holding you in sweet and final darkness.
All day as I ...