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Quotes from Verses — Adelaide Crapsey

1878–1914 United States

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The old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?

Verses (1915)

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

Verses (1915)

These be
Three silent things:
The falling snow...the hour
Before the dawn...the mouth of one
Just dead.

Verses (1915)

I know
Not these my hands
And yet I think there was
A woman like me once had hands
Like these.

Verses (1915)

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Adelaide Crapsey (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.