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Adelaide Crapsey (1878 – 1914)

American poet.
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Adelaide Crapsey
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
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Artists give us not conclusions but evidence.
These be
Three silent things:
The falling snow...the hour
Before the dawn...the mouth of one
Just dead.

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I know
Not these my hands
And yet I think there was
A woman like me once had hands
Like these.
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The old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?
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