Sally Evans

Rookie - 20 Points (1942 / London)

Sally Evans Poems

1. The Honey Seller,1800 6/11/2011
2. Scotland-Chicago E-Flight 6/11/2011
3. Snowy Welcome 6/11/2011
4. A Naboland Alphabet 6/11/2011
5. Shoes From The Sea 6/11/2011
6. For Douglas Clark 6/12/2011
7. Outside My Castle 6/12/2011
8. The Hazel Thicket Filled With Wrens 6/12/2011
9. Basil's Land [basil Bunting] 6/11/2011
10. A Poem About Print, I.M. Adrian Mitchell 6/11/2011
11. That Moment 6/18/2011
12. The Garden Of The Villa D'Este 6/18/2011
13. Millennial Canto 1 6/18/2011
14. Whitby Jet 6/18/2011
15. Brooch Found At Redcar 6/18/2011
16. End Of The Sixties 7/20/2011
17. Old Outhouse 7/20/2011
18. Wittgenstein In Wartime 7/20/2011
19. Bewick Walks To Scotland: Sequence (A) Newcastle 6/20/2011
20. The Bees, Canto 4 6/20/2011
21. Two Letters To Horace 6/21/2011
22. Bewick Walks To Scotland: Sequence (C) Brampton 6/21/2011
23. Lyndsay's Pageant [stirling Castle] 6/21/2011
24. The Ends Of Roads 7/29/2011
25. The Garden Sleeper 7/30/2011
26. Reading A Sundial By Moonlight 7/30/2011
27. River At Oxford 7/31/2011
28. Looking For Scotland 7/31/2011
29. The Gardener Listening To Eroica 8/7/2011
30. Ullapool 8/7/2011
31. Translation Of A Non-Existent Gaelic Poem 8/7/2011
32. Dublin 8/28/2011
33. Aultbea 9/9/2011
34. Barley Straw 9/9/2011
35. Blaeberries 9/11/2011
36. Rescue Squad 9/11/2011
37. Frank Graham's North Country 9/11/2011
38. The Sonnet In The Garden 9/11/2011
39. Fishing In Gairloch (A) First Part 9/17/2011
40. A Scots Family,1999 9/29/2011
Best Poem of Sally Evans

Gently The Woodsorrel And The Dove

Gently the woodsorrel and the dove
evoked wide glades of memory
to share my quest across the sea,
a world-floor I could float above,
a world-bush filled with scent so fine
birds lost their minds to music, leaves
opened to flat plates in the breeze
on which lay food, and coins, and wine.

And from my carpet of wood sorrel
I importuned the gods above
to tell me if these gifts were mine,
mine to give or mine to take,
mine to pluck for true love's sake,
safe in the glade where memory shone
where the dove's mate and the flowers had gone,
and ...

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The Honey Seller,1800

Under the Castle gate
bringing my store to the kitchen
I am asked to wait.
Honey shines in crocks in my basket.

The gardener wants to know, he says,
if this is a bee-skep hole.
Can we keep bees in it?
He leads me round the old bowls green,

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