Evaleen Stein

Poems (4)

• Budding-Time Too Brief

  O little buds, break not so fast! / The spring’s but new. …

• Flood-Time on the Marshes

  Dear marshes, by no hand of man / Laboriously sown, …

• In Mexico

  The cactus towers, straight and tall, / Through fallow fields of chapparal; …

• In Youth

  Not lips of mine have ever said: / “Would God that I were dead!” …