← Table of contents
The New Poetry

Adelaide Crapsey

Reading edition

CINQUAINS

NOVEMBER NIGHT

Listen.

With faint dry sound,

Like steps of passing ghosts,

The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees

And fall.

TRIAD

These be

Three silent things:

The falling snow ... the hour

61Before the dawn ... the mouth of one

Just dead.

SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS

“Why do

You thus devise

Evil against her?” “For that

She is beautiful, delicate;

Therefore.”

THE GUARDED WOUND

If it

Were lighter touch

Than petal of flower resting

On grass, oh still too heavy it were,

Too heavy!

THE WARNING

Just now,

Out of the strange

Still dusk ... as strange, as still ...

A white moth flew. Why am I grown

So cold?

FATE DEFIED

As it

Were tissue of silver

I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey,

And go mistily radiant, clad

Like the moon.

THE PLEDGE

White doves of Cytherea, by your quest

Across the blue Heaven’s bluest highest air,

And by your certain homing to Love’s breast,

Still to be true and ever true—I swear.

62

EXPENSES

Little my lacking fortunes show

For this to eat and that to wear;

Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go!

An obol pays the Stygian fare.

ADVENTURE

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!

DIRGE

Never the nightingale,

Oh, my dear,

Never again the lark

Thou wilt hear;

Though dusk and the morning still

Tap at thy window-sill,

Thou ever love call and call

Thou wilt not hear at all,

My dear, my dear.

SONG

I make my shroud, but no one knows—

So shimmering fine it is and fair,

With stitches set in even rows.

I make my shroud, but no one knows.

In door-way where the lilac blows,

Humming a little wandering air,

I make my shroud and no one knows,

So shimmering fine it is and fair.

63

THE LONELY DEATH

In the cold I will rise, I will bathe

In waters of ice; myself

Will shiver, and shrive myself,

Alone in the dawn, and anoint

Forehead and feet and hands;

I will shutter the windows from light,

I will place in their sockets the four

Tall candles and set them a-flame

In the grey of the dawn; and myself

Will lay myself straight in my bed,

And draw the sheet under my chin.

Explore with AITake your curiosity a little further.

Reading settings