NINE POEMS
BY EVELYN SCOTT
DESIGNS
I
NIGHT
Fields of black tulips,
And swarms of gold bees
Drinking their bitter honey.
II
NEW MOON
Above the gnarled old tree
That clings to the bleakest side of the mountain,
A torch of ivory and gold;
And across the sky,
The silver print
Of spirit feet,
Fled from the wonder.
III
TROPIC MOON
The glowing anvil,
Beaten by the winds;
Star sparks,
Burning and dying in the heavens;
The furnace glare
Red
On the polished palm leaves.
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