Sally Evans Poems

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41.
The Ends Of Roads

I love the ends of roads,
that peter out on proms,
circle round a teashop
closed half the year,
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42.
The Garden Sleeper

He slept for years out of doors
in a garden in London, his daytime
job, some sort of writer.
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43.
Reading A Sundial By Moonlight

Timeless forest
under the midnight wall -

owls haunt dusk
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44.
River At Oxford

Robin and I went down to watch the boats,
past the gabled houses, the straggling hops,
over an old allotment gate,
past the scout hut, over the nettles and leaves,
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45.
Looking For Scotland

This rolling field
waves brown over the bright
hedges. Her colander
burned with the fruit,
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46.
The Gardener Listening To Eroica

Copper leaves darker than holy wells
spin down from soundproof trees
where daisies burn the contour of the slope.
Indoors, amid cool corridors
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47.
Ullapool

You know you're in Ullapool
when the little town is a sea town,
lorries roll form the docks,
a gaggle of girls buy ice-cream,
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48.
Translation Of A Non-Existent Gaelic Poem

It was not in my expectation
that you would understand this poem
so here is the English:
it will not speak in yoru sentiments
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49.
Bewick Walks To Scotland: Sequence (A) Newcastle

These are my drawings and paintings of birds,
stored sheaves under the workbench, propped
behind casket or candlestick. I never stopped
adding to my notes, colours rather than words.
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50.
The Bees, Canto 4

It is as great a miracle for bees to live through winter
as if we entertained a second life
after our end in this one. Could we enter
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