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Adelaide Crapsey Poems

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by Crapsey, Adelaide
Sun and wind and beat of sea,
Great lands stretching endlessly…
Where be bonds to bind the free?
All the world was made for me! ...Read more of this...



by Crapsey, Adelaide
Keep thou
Thy tearless watch
All night but when blue-dawn
Breathes on the silver moon, then weep!
Then weep!...Read more of this...

by Crapsey, Adelaide
Still as
On windless nights
The moon-cast shadows are,
So still will be my heart when I
Am dead....Read more of this...

by Crapsey, Adelaide
Listen. .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall. ...Read more of this...

by Crapsey, Adelaide
With swift
Great sweep of her
Magnificent arm my pain
Clanged back the doors that shut my soul
From life. ...Read more of this...



by Crapsey, Adelaide
Look up…
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath
Of wintry wind…look up, and scent
The snow!...Read more of this...

by Crapsey, Adelaide
"Why do
You thus devise
Evil against her?" "For that
She is beautiful, delicate;
Therefore."...Read more of this...

by Crapsey, Adelaide
If it
Were lighter touch
Than petal of flower resting
On grass, oh still too heavy it were,
Too heavy!...Read more of this...

by Crapsey, Adelaide
Well and
If day on day
Follows, and weary year
On year…and ever days and years…
Well?...Read more of this...

by Crapsey, Adelaide
These be
Three silent things:
The falling snow…the hour
Before the dawn…the mouth of one
Just dead....Read more of this...

by Crapsey, Adelaide
The cold
With steely clutch
Grips all the land…alack,
The little people in the hills
Will die!...Read more of this...

by Crapsey, Adelaide
But me
They cannot touch,
Old Age and death…the strange
And ignominious end of old
Dead folk!...Read more of this...


Book: Shattered Sighs