Autumn Dusk in Central Park, by Evelyn Scott
Featureless people glide with dim motion through a quivering blue silver;
Boats merge with the ...
Poems by Evelyn Scott
At the Meeting House, by Evelyn Scott
Souls as dry as autumn leaves,
The color long since out. The organ plays.
The leaves c...
Allegro, by Evelyn Scott
(At the Cemetery) The mounds stir in the sunshine.
Bones clack a light staccato. Bare w...
Air for G String, by Evelyn Scott
White hands of God
With fingers like strong twigs flowering
Rock me in leaves of iron,
Leaves...