Reading Evelyn's poetry I often am amazed at the scope of her vocabulary. Was she a voracious reader to be on such good terms with so many archaic and beautiful words?
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And now, I dream in twilight’s candle-glow
Of haunts that trembled with the breeze’s hum;
Of green-lipped glens where budding bluebells tripped,
And I as likely sang to bird-like shallows.
Now blue of sky is black against white pillows
And silence, deep as life’s profundity,
Has wrung itself to earth’s once trilling song.
How happy I that thought has eerie wings;
That memory, licentious as the dawn
And welcome as its rainbow crescent hues,
May call with rose-clear eyes and peaceful glim
To vivify spring days that time has sped!
Evelyn Coffey
She gives LIFE to everything here. Memory and dawn are licentious, breaking in, waking, disturbing, startling . . . and illuminating. Thought has eerie wings, silence wrings itself. These were the creatures who populated her inner world, were her undying companions. What company she kept! What stories she had to tell of their escapades! No wonder there is so much wonder in her poetry. And I agree. Her vocabulary is remarkable!
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