the year
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The YearAuthor(s): Evelyn ScottSource: Poetry, Vol. 15, No. 2 (Nov., 1919), pp. 71-72Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20572347 .
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Evelyn Scott
Trampling the stars, Bellowing, Roaring.
RAINY SEASON
A flock of parrakeets Hurled itself through the mist; Harsh wild green And clamor-tongued, Through the dim white forest. They vanished, And the lips of Silence Sucked at the roots of life.
THE YEAR
Days and days float by. On the sides of the mountains Blue shadows shift And sift into silence. Morning . . .
The cock crows. There is that rosy glow on the mountains' edge.
Jose in the door of his hut, Maria's lace bobbins Tapping, tapping. Evening . . .
The parrot's shrill cry,
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POETRY: a Magazine of Verse
Pale silver green stars. Night . .
And ghosts of dead Joses And dead Marias Sitting in the moonlight. Peace Depressing, Interminable Peace.
TROPICAL FLOWERS
"An orange tree without fruit So am I without love," His heavy-lidded eyes sang up to her.
Her glance dropped on her golden globe of breast, And on the baby.
MAIL ON THE RANCH
The old black man on the mule Opens the worn saddle-bags, And takes out the papers.
From the outer world The thoughts come stabbing, To taunt, baffle, and stir me to revolt. I beat against the sky,
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