Portrait of Edith Scovell

Edith Scovell

Bank Holiday: Primrose Hill

From Collected Poems. Carcanet, 1988.

On this, the first Bank Holiday,
Of the laborious year
Such gentleness is manifest
In human shapes, in rainy air,
Darkening - to make all clear
Man and woman need not speak.

But children's voices on the hill
Searching, answering, swing out far.
One, over space uncreated,
Hangs in the evening like a star,
Star-like rocket ripe for breaking -
Quenched now, swooping in what air?

Evening on Primrose Hill

From Collected Poems. Carcanet, 1988.

Late, the evening's light diffused
Whitens planes and facets of
This tossed sea-surface of the grass.

Where lovers have left one form
And where feet have ploughed and harrowed;
Where the sun lay slack like water;

The millions of the grass
Loosen and breathe invisibly. The evening
Whitens their sides with dust of silver sand...